For Marycolette Matiki

The seed dies
to become the envied bloom

Loveliest comes the touch
where the sore is deepest
after the stab

When night comes
and the sun falls
asleep beneath
the watery quilt of the sea,
know thee then
the times beckons for thy light

Shine, come alive
like coals touched by fire.

-Martins Deep

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