Haala Marikar Poems

Dearest me of 2025, maybe,
Or perhaps I shouldn't have addressed you as 'me'?
We are distant, I know; myself and you,
We are no longer one, but two.
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The sound of the splintering stones
Is all my whispered lullaby,
Your perseverance against weary bones
Carries its own sweet melody.
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Black and white.
A juxtaposition.
A swan in flight,
A nesting raven.
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In the mild breezes that spur on my oars,
In the keys that help unlock long-forgotten doors,
In the spring following harsh winters of hurt,
In the hope that green offers in shoots fresh out of earth,
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Black and white.
A juxtaposition.
A swan in flight,
A nesting raven.
...

Yours are the tears of a martyr, my son,
Withhold not the streak of silver from the barrel of the gun,
For, yours are the fears of a martyr, my son,
Your fear means you are what only matters: human.
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