these words I once typed. Your eyelashes opening the sun in the east pushing horizons like twin Alexanders. I love that night. (Should I say “loved”?) Now in your time I am as still as Alexander, but you reading open all boundaries like the conqueror moving east.
I Love Your Eyes
Armenian News Network / Groong
October 2, 2004
October 2, 2004
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