Page 6 - Reflectoem Magazine Issue 07
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Love




                    Eduard Harents



                        Armenian Poet


                    Translated from Armenian by Anna Talalyan



              Trough the 30 dawns of my

              life,

              from flower to flower,

              leaving all my sins aside,

              by the time I arrived,

              she had already left,

              leaving the Supper table

              behind…


              And I
              laughed the words


              inwards until yesterday

              like

              psychotropic fish…

              It turned out 33 was too

              many…
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