A Poem by Tigran Avoundjian

short and sweet


fireworks explode in your eyes
when winter sings its sad sad song.
butterflies burst from your fingertips
when spring cradles you in her arms.

fly your kite high above the rest
and kiss the sun like icarus
when you come tumbling down
my arms will be wide open to catch your ashes
and mend your broken wings.

© 2008 Tigran Avoundjian

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maybe you should name it tumbling firework? this is amazing and i love it, but i think its so good its deserving of a title lol, thanx for sharing, keep it up

Posted 12 Years Ago

however.... why do you keep it 'untitled'??? this could have a fantastic title to it.... which would only add to the piece, i think.

Posted 12 Years Ago

fantastic. really really well done; i'm impressed

"butterflies burst from your fingertips
when spring cradles you in her arms."

love that - and then the allusion to icarus, and the way you carry it through to the end.

this is a beautiful piece, my dear. sorry it took me so long to get to it. thanks for sending it my way :)


Posted 12 Years Ago

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Tigran Avoundjian
Tigran Avoundjian

Glendale, CA

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