Thursday, February 17, 2011

Last Flower This Spring

Բայանդուր Պողոսյան
I will always remember that evening-
The twilight was pale and afraid,
And witnessed that murder the living,
And the sky over my head.
The last day of Spring being eaten
By flames of the summerfull June,
My heart, ever longing for winter,
Ever hated that vision of doom. 
And I met that small and weak flower,
And started to tear her apart...
But my lust for victims and slaughter
Could not heal the wounds in my heart.
Time passed, and I am still breathing,
My hatred dissolved in the wind...
I will always remember that evening,
Won't forget my last flower this spring.
2004, Երևան

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