The World's Icy Eyes Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

THE WORLD'S ICY EYES

We both look into the world's icy eyes.
They ignore us but we don't cry.
Our echoes reach each other through thousands of miles.
O I paddle in a bowl with no words on my tongue.
Now my scar is a tattoo painted white.
I blame myself, I haven't built a tall yacht.
Should I build a million bridges in the sky?
I would do this if my life time was enough.
We both look into the world's icy eyes.
O my deep scar is a tattoo made by life.