I didn’t cry when Haig fell
I smiled
I prayed
I talked with
clouds
Thick stone
walls listening
I composed
letters
Messages for
children
1000 years from now
I wish kids knowing
Haig of Athens
An Armenian
A kind prince
Feeding poor birds
Watering orphans
Lighting up waterless souls
At faraway places
Unknown little villages
To find Haig
Visit any dusty road
Not far from Mount Ararat
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