That which you reflected in full,
You have now cast off in shards,
A somber enticement, mirror,
Hard to find via shattered roads.
As I smash your smug, shiny face,
And leave you a blank vacant frame,
Your image, now same as my own,
Robs your very soul of its name.
Your vacuous, chattering babble,
And your barren, paltry insight -
A window with no inherent view –
Are hollow retorts to my plight.
We now stay put alone, face to face,
Shattered, unadorned, unsightly,
In a wispy, fading, stillborn dream,
An absent, long forgotten melody.
Alvard Petrosyan
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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