Oh, the epochs etched, a thousand words untold,
A helmsman adrift, his captain's story cold.
Upon life's tempest, his heart was tossed and torn,
To turn or sail on, a soul forever worn.
Love's weight he bore, a lonely, longing soul,
A thousand passions, deep within his soul.
In jars of yearning, he'd securely keep,
Each thunderous emotion, steep and deep.
His courage, frail, in stormy seas would veil,
Convinced he'd perish, lost and desolate.
His ego fed on doubts, a self-made blight,
Unmourned and lonely, fading into night.
Yet Heaven watched, a heart so frail and small,
Translated truth into a cosmic gale.
Time, a gentle hand, would quell the strife,
And mend the broken pieces of his life.
Tuesday, 21 January 2025
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