Triumph

in poetry •  6 years ago 

The time of terror, trouble and torment soon will subside;
As tides rise to cleanse man’s mind.
Old will be new and ideas will be sewn.
Flowers will bloom, pastures will too.
Once the great giant lays slew.
The time of triumph, talent, and transcendence will begin anew.

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