When the sun’s pandering
Makes the horizon blush
And my bleeding yearning
Flares forth in a blue bonfire
of a pearly see
I burst into tears…
When the weight of waiting
Cloaks my soul with darkness
Before the shadows of the trees
lengthen
And before the wind grieves
The futility of the dying day
I weep…
I drift in the dark
Groping for your essence…
Poem by Seta Krikorian
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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