The snow is melting;
thunder above heaven growls,
splintering glaciers.
The bells of hope chime
upon this world of judgment
apprising mankind.
Tears spray on the wind,
glimmering like silver frost—
the trusting spring days.
Dawn opens soft air,
orbits earth’s interior;
flaunts a certain flame.
Copyright ©Tovli Simiryan MMVI
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