to find a friendly pulse
within the world’s chaotic heart
a beat that echoes
my own throes
a gentle touch on a wrist
like a cool misty morning in the Libyan summer

to sink into a warm embrace
within the arms of mankind
on a bed of purple lavender
a pool of empathy
washing over me
like an ocean of solace to a sorrow laden heart

to hear words of peace murmured
by a dying fighter’s lips
amid the battle cries of war
a zephyr of forgiveness
resuscitating hope
like a rush of oxygen to a drowning brain


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