Lost and Found

Sweet scent of freedom,
a new release for life,
broken shackles sprawled about
mark the end of strife.

Through the heaving crowd,
towards the horizon undefined,
a future of promise stands tall
on mount of debris and grind.

Panoramic rainbow hues
fill the inviting canvas,
forever staining the once-towering glory
of the amorously pompous.

Her forgotten saga hymned again,
religiously with fortitude;
The torn yarn is spun again
in the hands of the multitude.


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