Armenia, Armenia!
Far from your red earth
my heart explodes scattering
white stones along the banks
of the Euphrates
to cover the eyes of the dead
I breathe
the fragrance of Ararat
through shoes of endless roads
and cities petrified into bitter stars
I hear my ancestors deafen
into snow
into a sudden breeze
across a desert of no return
I follow
their footsteps where blood
softens the ground
into a sea of wild flowers
I embrace
all strangers as I am a stranger
in a new land
and wings are within me