written by: Anahit Arustamyan
I was born with an innocent scream.
God, you gave me a body but I am still a dream.
You know what I am in the world’s rainful stream.
God, you teach me, you heal me but I am still a pale beam.
When I am your angel I will shine on a rainbow’s skin.
God, I am a voice which sings.
I am a wing or a fin.
God, you know why I neither fly nor swim.
I am a dawn, fresh and clean.
I am a dark night, awake or asleep.
The earthly life is a ghost ship.
I am a voice risen to sing.
I am a mortal leaf of the immortal tree.
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