Vahan Tekeyan Poems

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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,