Two Hearts Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

TWO HEARTS
Any snow soaks cities in white foam. Any rain gives its tears by singing a song. Look! Our hearts have left our bodies to roam. They have found each other in the world's noise. These two hearts may long for roses and nothing more. The flown days don't know what they tore. Do the flown nights know what they caught to store? A bird's nest or a hotel has an open door. A hotel may hear a pulse through a shore. Days and nights can dance on a hotel's floor. Cities! Do you know where our hearts roam? No breeze ever knows the color of its foam.