Written 24 September 2025 for 1415 What You Will Poetry Contest.
A Brave Soul The sea is stormy, with wild waves up high, A little boat sailing beneath the sky, Battered by woeful wicked wayward winds, Has a part of the main sail worn and torn, Yet the sailor steers on, the soul unshorn.
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