Vista

the wafting touch of the mild wind lulls my eager mind
instilling sweet relief
reflecting the distance i left so far behind
filled with treachery and grief

looking out the window i see a vast horizon
earning a priggish smile
at the laurels earned from battles i have won
that seemed in doubt awhile

those neon lights that used to pulse with arcane pallor
now show a haughty sight
and the pomp and pageantry of these colors galore
make everything oh, so right

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