Vahan Tekeyan



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It's Raining My Son
It's raining my son.... The autumn is wet,
Wet like the eyes of a poor beguiled love....
Go, close the window, and close the door,
I Loved
I loved; yet not even one
Of those I loved ever knew
How dearly, how well I loved...
To My Child
You, eternal love for child, how did you fall into me,
Like a kind and gentle seed fallen on the desert floor,

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