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A poem on joy.

Against the

Battles we face in

Crests and troughs, I

Depend on Joy.


Every time I

Feel myself

Giving in to

Hopelessness.


I implore

Joy to visit me;

Keep me company.

Light the darkness.


Manifest in me.

New energy to

Operate on

Perilous seas.


Quiet and quell

Rough waves.


Slow nature's pulse

To a steady caress

Undulating gracefully on my

Voyage through variable tides.


Waves suddenly feel

Xenial and kind as I

Yield to Joy’s nudge —

Zephyr to my sails.


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