To wake in

early morning

to find sunlight

on your hair

like a golden

feather wafting

gently in the air,

to wake while

you are sleeping,

your breath's

soft fall and rise

every loss redeeming

to find you

by my side.

Translated from Armenian by Diana Der-Hovanessian

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