Spring Snow

Words on Wing

Snow is falling in our orchard, mixing with the white blossoms of the apricot trees. The sun is glazing the snow with light while something like a song rises crazily in my throat. Oh, my dears, I want to give you something, something filled with this light but what song or poem could praise enough this tree's white blossoms falling with the snow. Translated from Armenian by Diana Der-Hovanessian

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