If your smile disappears one day I will lose the sense of direction And will switch off the sun I will stumble on the smoothest of the ways And will not wish to taste the sweetest of the honeys My steps will resemble the ones of a wounded beast My eyes will see the darkest pots in the purest creatures I will start passing out gradually Please, smile forever…
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Armenian News Network / Groong
May 31, 2003
May 31, 2003
This is an archival article originally published on May 31, 2003.
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