Tonight as I dock
The boat of silence
Endless words old and new
Thrash restless in my net.
Tomorrow morning
Dear reader
I shall bring to your table
The flaming loot of treasured mementos
Ablaze with longings.
Poem by Khatchig Mouradian
translated by Tatul Sonentz
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