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		Poem: Without the Sea | 
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			 Like golden suns 
		
		
		
	the garden sunflowers soar in the stormy firmament entranced my eyes trail their motions… In my smile-filled days of childhood from my modest room I watched the sea blue-green painted with colors of tinted china… The enticing sea aroused as a girl of fifteen every day bared itself to me… Breathless waves shimmering with millions of sparks drunken in the evening hours dozed off in pagan songs… In those days indolent life was free as can be… While today I watch the sunflowers in my room without the sea… ––––––––––––Krikor Ficici Translated by»Tatul Sonentz Like golden suns the garden sunflowers soar in the stormy firmament entranced my eyes trail their motions… In my smile-filled days of childhood from my modest room I watched the sea blue-green painted with colors of tinted china… The enticing sea aroused as a girl of fifteen every day bared itself to me… Breathless waves shimmering with millions of sparks drunken in the evening hours dozed off in pagan songs… In those days indolent life was free as can be… While today I watch the sunflowers in my room without the sea… ––––––––––––Krikor Ficici Translated by»Tatul Sonentz Like golden suns the garden sunflowers soar in the stormy firmament entranced my eyes trail their motions… In my smile-filled days of childhood from my modest room I watched the sea blue-green painted with colors of tinted china… The enticing sea aroused as a girl of fifteen every day bared itself to me… Breathless waves shimmering with millions of sparks drunken in the evening hours dozed off in pagan songs… In those days indolent life was free as can be… While today I watch the sunflowers in my room without the sea… ––––––––––––Krikor Ficici Translated by»Tatul Sonentz [img][/img] More...  | 
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