Anahit Arustamyan Poems

THERE IS NO DESTINY AFTER DEATH
The sun and the moon never meet to wed.
A spider is used to its web.
There is something called a destiny's frame.
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DADDY!
There are plenty of flowers in May.
Daddy! Which ones should I take to your grave?
There are some poppies in my hand.
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HELLO AIRPLANES!
Hello airplanes!
Do keep your ears in my words of praise!
The best world is a chair in a plane.
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MY DARLING, THANK YOU!
My fantasies crept into my realities.
They probably called you for me.
The miles became even smaller than all tiny beads.
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CLOWN GIRL!
Hello, clown girl! What is sketched on your painted face?
There's some air in the balloon which is in your hand.
No, your destiny won't be a script but a wrinkle on your forehead.
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STEP ON THESE PAPER PAGES!

My memories! Step on these paper pages!
Your nests are in my brain's cells.
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