Nora Nadjarian

1966 / Limassol

Diaspora

seeds scattered in the wind
here and there who are you
where's armenia -ian -ian
my boyfriend doesn't understand
he knows nothing about seeds
blown into the future
just hold me i tell him
hold me tight because parts of me
are here and parts of me flying in the sky
where will i land and grow
will i ever return to yerevan -van -van
i just don't know who i am
you are a flower he says
waiting to be born
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