You submit to the clouds
with a colourless body.
The feeling of eternity
has lost its way,
as faith crumbles slowly
in your palms…
Faith in death is hard
when—beyond doubt—
given its girth,
it cannot fit in your deathbed…
Poem by Vahagn Karakashian
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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