Quivers shiver thoughts unending.
Blossoms in the midst end in raging.
Array lit in spaces at once.
Praying lasts towards the journey’s end.
Waves ahead toss the boat.
Sailor inside strong, less froth.
Who survives past this night?
The same wins ahead that plight.
Stand strong, oh mighty in you.
Fear rules all, hardly leaving any.
An eye for an eye is a result of fear.
Eye for love is truth to dare.
Cause of love is truth unwavering.
Rooted morale is a sweet savoury.
Journey is rough and scourge for such.
Towards the end, they find rest.
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