Refreshed

The breeze of open night
Hums the lullaby of freedom
The cold may bite
But not as hungrily
As when held captive

The pleasure of five dollars
When taken from dusty pocket
Comes with hoots and hollars
and instant joy of
unexpected gift

The prepared are the few
Who look upon coming storm
With eyes of Spring and feet on stone
Having done something
to challenge darkness

A heart that craves right things
Surpasses desirous goods
As a man sprouting wings
Will renew the weak of heart
While feeding his enemies fear

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