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APRIL - I By Ani Boghossian I prayed The rounded hills Were bare And breathed of warmth and sorrow Someone Was licking, humming, weeping on the soil Deo tentatur, Deus enim intentator malorum est I discharged my soul and stroked its surface The hills were smoothed of trees I searched my pockets For the mustard seed God promised rain, God promised mud and growth Then someone kissed and licked my soul, anointing it with myrrh I could not find My mustard seed. © 2013 Ani Boghossian -- 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 studied International Relations at Yerevan State University and currently works at the Armenian Assembly of America and also at the Foundation of Preservation of Wildlife and Cultural Assets. Ani translated David Phillips' book "Unsilencing the Past" into Armenian. She maintains a blog: http://www.facebook.com/l/5264c33utQE1q2RXG9Pk1gHt0Sw/nurpages.wordpress.com She writes in English and in Armenian and draws and paints as well.