That Waltz Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

THAT WALTZ
I have forgotten the melody of that waltz. I haven't danced it for ages. The smoke is dancing around my lips leaving its ashes. The wind is whistling its own music and the rustling leaves are falling. I have forgotten my embroidered dress. I haven't worn it for ages. I am looking for something in the blenched pages. These pages are dancing with my cigarette ashes. The wind seems to be whistling for the trembling branches. I haven't danced that waltz for ages.