I arise
From dusty pages
Written by wise
Seers of ancient ages.
From dusty scroll
To living soul
I soar into night
In blurs of apostolic white
The essence of me being
Pregnant
With celestial
Light.
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Reviews of "Firebird"
Reviewed by Tigran Israelyan (Reader)
Reviewed on August 14, 2006
Yes you are my firebird,
You are my swollow; my dove,
My holy burst of love.
All my creations I gived to you
As proof of my love.
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You are my swollow; my dove,
My holy burst of love.
All my creations I gived to you
As proof of my love.
Tigran Serob Israelyan
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
RAge