barefoot soles
kiss the unforgiving earth
as the sun scorches
their undersides.
(in the name of freedom)
calloused hands
pound wooden drums
as stinging splinters
stab their tired, bloody fingers.
(in the name of peace)
tousled tendrils
run free in the wind
as the tree branches
catch its strays.
(in the name of equality)
dilated pupils
stare out of hollow sockets
as the sun sinks
again.
(in the name of rebirth)
open hearts
run into red streams
and drown
flailing limbs.
(in the name of love)
flaming souls
burn in the open fields
as their depths
remain yearning.
(all in the search of purpose)
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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