Birth
Whispers spoke of a breathtaking vision
amidst the gentle cradle of the Euphrates
moonbeams dancing upon her satin skin
as she uncloaked a cape of flowers wild
And they sought her out, by the hundreds,
desperate to glimpse her solitary allure
thirsting for the waters she had graced
longing to capture her, mold her, keep her
Yet she remained elusive, untamed
untouched by the hands that reached;
for when they thought they had neared
a mist cast her into mysterious haze
And where her cloak fell, a field blooms
a tapestry of vibrant hues
each petal whispers tales of her strength
stories of her eternal spirit
Meghri Sarkissian
