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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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By Kasturika

I tell stories - of people, places, and ideas - through words and visuals.
Designer by profession, Writer by passion, and Storyteller by accident (or is that a cosmic conspiracy?)
Digital Nomad, Slightly Eccentric

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