A Threading line rhythm poem. Non-contest poem.
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Stand firm though winds may try to break your will, Dare to begin where endings cast their shade. Endings are myths that stubborn minds distill, Sow your own path though doubts may leave you frayed. Withstand the tide, for even storms grow still, Drive your soul where inner truth is laid.
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