by George Gardashian | |
Published on: Jul 16, 2003 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=1588 | |
The mountains give off an erie glow If you happened to catch it at the right time. The birds chirp gladly in the valleys Between the unpicked olive trees. And if you gaze at the stars at midnight They appear like a million fireflies in the shining sky But I speak only from memory For you see, curfews have caged me. It has been three years since I saw any of those So to you, O paper, I express my woes. « return. |