Under
an unmoon sky
When the
nightingale
Forgot the last word
Of its song
I tried to inspire my
pen
And write the unspoken
Word as a song
And yet
When one forgets
How to end a song
Under an unmoon sky
It is because
Of a name, short as a
word
Lonely as a night blooming
Jasmine
That folds its
Petals
At
Sunrise
March 1, 2025
© Vahé A. Kazandjian,
2025
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