White roses, white
roses,
Snubbed by the wind on its path,
The insane fall wind that rattles
The very entrails of the earth.
White notion, white notion,
Now shivering in autumn’s fury,
Kiss of a lily, snowed fascination,
Tattered moon, silk in entity,
Fetch me the fond milk of your fancy,
Forlorn roses, smiling as before
In this dense fog’s melancholy,
Live on in my soul ever more.
Missak Medzarents
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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