Tag: poem
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Haiku for the Flower Moon Lunar Eclipse
This darkness you’re inis your eclipse. Wait for yourillumination.
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Concrete Jungles
Scarred hills, butchered trees.Hotels rise; beach pays the price.Come, see my country.Land of wood and water, butthey’re planting concrete jungles.
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Lost Children
Maybe our fears are lost children who weren’t saved. They hold on to us a little too tightly—thinking they’re protecting us—unaware that they’re pulling us under to places where we cannot breathe. Goodbye, little one.I can save myself onlyby letting you go.