The Warriors

With bleeding toes
And callused feet,
Broken backs
Grasping for breath.

Dragging heavy sacks
Their bodies dripping wet.

Weary but happy,
The warriors return.

They will laugh and sing.
And enjoy their meal.

For they have survived
The long ordeal.

They will celebrate
For they live today.

But they all know,
They must fight another day.


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Stories, places, hobbies, musings, maybe the odd poem... Hopefully, all these seemingly random pieces will fit together one day to reveal the grand mosaic that the cosmic universe has planned for me.

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