Promień Słońca

Tsaghadzor Village, Armenia


A smile that strikes the soul
like the sunbeam searing through
a gap in the clouds after a storm…

Would that sunbeam only
shine upon my upturned face,
choosing its landing place

like the resolute convergence
of a sword on its quivering victim-
supplication and saccharine capitulation.

Mine is a jealous heart,
possessive of sunbeams…

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