Aye, good soldier
Set your sail
To the sea of your choice:
Either the unrelenting despair
Or eternal bliss
To which shore you end upon
You shall find your voice
That you thought you lost
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Epiphany [tribus] | √
ŞiirThis is the third installment of the Epiphany poetry series.
Soldier
Aye, good soldier
Set your sail
To the sea of your choice:
Either the unrelenting despair
Or eternal bliss
To which shore you end upon
You shall find your voice
That you thought you lost