ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

I like being awake late into the early hours Here I hear dreams of the world My ears smile. Listen, Marashtsi girls giggling conversation...

Frosted peaks patiently wait in forgotten sleepy Armenia Noah’s hallowed resting ground in a wronged weepy Armenia Generations displaced, ra...

Master composer Born to create His lips part with purpose Bass penetrates tone delivery rhythm crafted to perfection, Her favorite symph...

Sliced halves, each expose nature’s luscious work juicy nude in the afternoon breeze bound in armor, leathery rust-red skin colony of tra...