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Anahit Arustamyan
Anahit Arustamyan
[Ann] (21.05.1963 / Armenia)
Anahit Arustamyan Poems
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| 121. | The Pigeon | 8/20/2017 |
| 122. | Nostalgia | 8/22/2017 |
| 123. | You Have Found My Key | 8/25/2017 |
| 124. | Album | 10/14/2017 |
| 125. | O, World! | 10/31/2017 |
| 126. | The Swan Meets The Cloud | 11/9/2017 |
| 127. | We Wait And Wait To Be Together | 11/28/2017 |
| 128. | I Speak To Him | 12/22/2017 |
| 129. | We Will Dance In Bliss | 1/18/2018 |
| 130. | One Way Ticket | 2/24/2018 |
| 131. | We Have Time | 9/18/2017 |
| 132. | Happy Birthday! | 3/25/2018 |
| 133. | My Blue-Eyed Poet | 9/14/2017 |
| 134. | Moon Flower | 1/16/2017 |
| 135. | Do You Know? | 11/15/2016 |
| 136. | Teach Me | 3/19/2018 |
| 137. | You Are My Song | 11/23/2017 |
| 138. | We Will Beg The Mountains | 10/30/2016 |
| 139. | Don't Be Jealous! | 7/18/2016 |
| 140. | Dear Prince! | 4/27/2016 |
| 141. | I Don'T Know | 6/12/2015 |
| 142. | Swallow! -new- | 4/18/2018 |
| 143. | Mermaid | 10/7/2017 |
| 144. | Mother! | 7/18/2015 |
| 145. | Ghost! | 7/20/2015 |
| 146. | My Crazy Heart | 8/14/2017 |
| 147. | Thank You, Lord! | 3/25/2016 |
| 148. | I Asked A Monk | 6/19/2015 |
| 149. | The Sea And The Sky | 6/14/2016 |
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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.
Tobacco!
TOBACCO!
Tobacco! What do you feel on the lady's lips? Do you chew her cough in your gray mist? Do you glue her eyes to her emptiness? Tobacco! You are gray clouds on her eyelids. Today's shadows cover her lamp's beams. Tobacco! You have joined her journey for someone's scripts. Tobacco! Your smoke still dances on her lips. The scripts could have melted in yesterday's sleet. They were the letters arriving to kiss. Tobacco! Aren't you her today's bliss? You don't chew her cough but her emptines
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