Truth and Beauty Are Not the Same Bird

Jewels of Light and Quiet

Today a bird with a gray bill perched on my hand of its own will Whatever is beautiful is free Whatever is free comes and goes Truth can be caged. Even buried, it glows. But beauty's name is mobility

Translated from Armenian by Diana Der Hovanessian.

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