Anahit Arustamyan

Silver Star - 3,231 Points [Ann] (21.05.1963 / Armenia)

Anahit Arustamyan Poems

1. Stranger! 7/24/2015
2. In Heaven Or In Hell 7/26/2015
3. Sail My Dreams! 7/28/2015
4. It's A Waste Of Time 7/31/2015
5. Airport 8/2/2015
6. There Is Something To Share 8/5/2015
7. The Right Answer 8/10/2015
8. Give Me Your Hand! 8/14/2015
9. The Midnight Train 8/19/2015
10. You Are Not Only A Lake 8/21/2015
11. Modigliani! 8/25/2015
12. Bonjour My Sister! 8/27/2015
13. You Don'T Belong To Me 8/28/2015
14. It's A Gift 8/28/2015
15. Your Rhapsody 9/2/2015
16. It's Early To Sleep 9/2/2015
17. My Mirage Rained 9/4/2015
18. Moonlight Sonata 9/4/2015
19. My Shabby Fence 9/14/2015
20. I Can Guess 9/16/2015
21. That Waltz 9/18/2015
22. The Phantom Of Opera 9/19/2015
23. Fantasies! 9/23/2015
24. The Red Poppies And The Mad Wind 9/26/2015
25. If My Key Opened Your Door 10/1/2015
26. Gentleman! 10/18/2015
27. Soon! 11/13/2015
28. Your Voyage Is Mine 11/13/2015
29. My Fascinated Fantasy! 12/8/2015
30. The Pomegranate Wine 12/11/2015
31. Tomorrow We Will Rise Early 12/11/2015
32. Barefooted Waterfall 12/17/2015
33. The Snow Queen 12/21/2015
34. You Were Waiting For Me, Sir 12/26/2015
35. Do Sing Your Song To Me! 12/30/2015
36. The Clock Is The Time's Tongue 1/4/2016
37. I Was Born To Hear Your Bell 1/5/2016
38. Pilot! 1/9/2016
39. I Wander 1/11/2016
40. Do Tell Liverpool! 1/13/2016
Best Poem of Anahit Arustamyan

I Asked A Monk

I ASKED A MONK
I asked a monk if I was a cloud of smoke. The monk heard my cough caused by cold. In the world there might be something wrong. I can't guess the world's puzzle which is old. I don't have a key to my century's lock. In the world there might be somethig strong. The strongest drug is a rainbow's talk. A log was a willow in someone's song. In the world there is something short. Never think that my cough must be long! There will be another monk. There will be another cough or another song.

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I Don'T Know

I DON'T KNOW
I asked a nurse whose prayers were heard in the ward. I didn't know that the trees had blossomed in the yard. I had taken the curtain for a blank post card. I wanted to place your miles on my palm. I wanted to place the stars in a bulb. The nurse was both kind and calm. I still keep her words in my mind. She told me looking into my eyes. 'Who knows in the ward what can be in the yard'. I still place my minds in each velvet bud. My hospital's curtain was a blank post card. I have pl

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