The moon was not lovely on the horizon
the surf rose and covered it
when the storm started and
my sadness blossomed on the waters.
Foam soared to the stars
and descended on my forehead.
It is not tears you see in my eyes
but the radiance of my pain.
Rupen Kazanjian
translated by Tatul Sonentz
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