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WINDED SPIRIT by Ani Nourig Boghossian Wind spirits, will you shutter me? I am a thoughtless cloud Cream-colored, I disrupt And smash against indigoes To turn blue pale Like the betweenness of these hills. My reclusion- but a weed In twisted forests With unknown remedies (We shall cure bewilderment). Ahead of time and spaces Between the vivid stars That stare, frozen From the palms of God, I look And question their existence, And in the end We turn unusually real. You, wind spirits, will you Drag me with your gusts of flight Like a light silk of sadness For the blind child to touch And close his eyes. Be silent now. They weep to wrap the dying with this thread. Beyond the rivers deep, Beyond the me, the infinite, the restless -- Ani Boghossian was born in Echmiadzin back in cold, dark 1989. She still lives in Echmiadzin, yet went to school in Yerevan ("Aghasi Ayvazyan" Varjaran), She is now in her last year studying International Relations at Yerevan State University. She has a blog in Wordpress (nurpages.wordpress.com). She has also created a site for her artist aunt (lusart.webs.com). She writes in English and in Armenian and draws and paints as well.