Somber days of agony,
reluctantly, gives way
to serene winds of victory.
Sun-kissed skies
erase opaque nights,
revealing inner beauty's sight.
Brutality of endless emotional rattles
has lost this push and pull battle.
Beauty has, finally, won and pounds the gavel.
Witness jubilation's magnificent sound
as at last, peace of this restless soul
has been, graciously, found
©2006
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Peace and beauty need the victory, I'm glad they found it here!