Nancy Nalbandian Poems

Oh mirror, my mere healer
Tell me where did I do wrong
Tell me if it was me or them
Who despaired my sensual soul.
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Like a flowing river,
My heart does run to you,
And just like an orphan child,
I cherish your every touch,
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He thought he left me in a meadow
Singing and dancing with the daffodils
And going with the flow
But what he did is left me in ruins.
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Mind and heart once waged a war.
In the battlefield, the heart was swollen with sorrow and was made sore.
The mind forced its tactics and exercised its intellectual code.
And society was overjoyed, because
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Upon my fiery forceful chest,
Air passes through so slow
And i saviour the sensation,
As it sends my veins
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We strive to procreate a Heaven in a Hell-like despaired place,
We try
But we never become,
What we truly desired to be.
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Who art thou?
A flesh of bones I may never call,
as you are more than a physical entity for me.
The froth of my sea
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Oh mirror, my mere healer
Tell me where did I do wrong
Tell me if it was me or them
Who despaired my sensual soul.
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Alas! Life is a theater
And we long to be the characters,
Nonchalantly play the assigned roles,
Succumbing to what is offered.
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