LICHENS OF MY BIRTH

	By Karine Ovsepian


	  Birth,
	A mysterious alias,
	Why would I want to extinguish your sigh,
	When brazen soars are eager to embrace you, oh my.

	  You force thousands of chariots 
	Across my sequenced sky,
	Where love is best profane,
	A different rush within each dripping stain.

	  I live with million follies,
	Which makes the sin my friend,
	Knowing, that living as a vagabond requires no pretense,
	I am domesticated animal - hence!

	  I turn each page of my reality
	Without whisper, with solitude of pain,
	Where each dimmed candle keeps on burning
	The pros and cons of my dismay.

	  I love the heavens within hell,
	Mocking my birth like lichens,
	I brush my teeth for a new smile,
	I am here still, at least awhile.


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Karine Ovsepian was born in Yerevan, Armenia, but grew up in the city
of Soukhumi by the Black Sea, which used to be the capital of
Abkhazian ASSR. Literature has been part of her life since school
days. She writes in Armenian, English and also in Russian. She is
planning to publish her first book.  Some of her English poems have
been published by the International Society of Poets in US.  She is a
graduate of CSULA with BA in English, minor in Creative Writing &
Biology. She believes poetry is a gift, a limitless gift of expression
and imagination to the world.