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My Sweet Armenia

Mount Ararat or Siss & Massis August 2017 Yerevan Armenia by Armineh Amirian Zohrabian My Sweet Armenia I Love my sweet Armenia’s sunbaked words, The mournful weeping chords of our old lute I love, The bleeding flowers and the perfumed roses I love, And the gracious dance of the Armenian maidens I love. I love our dusky skies, sparkling waters and brilliant lakes, The summer sun and the howling winter blizzards, The uninviting walls of huts lost in darkness, And the ancient cities millennium stones I love. Wherever I go I won’t forget our mournful songs, I won’t forget our iron plate books of prayers, However sharp our bleeding wounds stab my heart, Still my orphaned and scorched Armenia I love. In my yearning heart there is no other legend, There are no philosophers like Narekatsi and Koochak, Search the whole world there is no white summit like Ararat, Like an unreachable path to glory our mountain Massis I love.

Blue, Blue, Blue

B  L  U  E,   B  L  U  E,   B  L  U  E If I could just sit here, Calm,  Silent,  Free, Looking at the ocean Vast,  Bottomless,  Deep  Blue Blue Blue… For as long as I lived Or forever I would. If I was lucky at all, I could lie here, On my back, On the warm sand, And look up  At the sky, Expansive, Unfathomable, Infinite, Blue Blue Blue… I would not tire Ever Our sky is blue The universe The cosmos All blue Blue Blue Blue Armineh Amirian Zohrabian

You Are Everything

You Are Everything You are my Sun You are my moon You are my air You are my tune You are my dance You are my song You are my chance My native tongue  You are my water You are my cloud you are my daughter You are my pride You make me laugh You make me sing You make me cry You make me live 04-19-1995