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(of purpose)

By Sara Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

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)

art

About the Creator

Sara

Don’t look for love.

Be love.

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    Written by Sara