In All My Miles

So lost in the despair
but I toasted wine.
Across came comfort
from mind to spine.

I shall capture these
moments all with fun
become captured by a
warmth stars burns sun.

My victory is in these
moments that shall spar
negatively poor simplistic
man versus heaven’s stars.

Where the people play
in unison under heaven
you shall free those who
starve you fed them.

Give me an eye the smile
I’ve come to know these miles
has aided all my denial
of all that gave me trials.

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