To Artsakh
It’s been raining a lot since I’ve come home,
fruiting mushrooms saluting the El Nino season.
Air marinated in dew greets my lungs
with a warmth opposing its expected dampness.
It’s been raining a lot since I’ve come home,
fruiting mushrooms saluting the El Nino season.
Air marinated in dew greets my lungs
with a warmth opposing its expected dampness.
It’s hard to come from a placewhere you can feel wholeand land somewherethat expects you to be halved.The division is