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MOVED
By Angela Keshishyan
This morning I saw the mountains make love
I saw them embrace and caress
They told me a story of love with their stillness
and it moved me a thousand times
I wondered how such a story could be told
in a moment not realized
This afternoon I watched the wind do a pirouette
I watched it move with such grace and gallantry
It told me a story of loss with its dance
and it moved me a thousand times
I wondered how such a story could be told
in a moment not realized
Tonight, I will gaze at the stars as they deliberate
I will be a witness to their eternal blaze
They will tell me mysterious stories of the past and the future
and they will move me a thousand times
I will wonder how such stories could be told in prominence
In their moving silence, perhaps I will realize
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Angela Keshishyan was born in Yerevan, Armenia and raised in
California. She is currently working on her M.A. in Literature.