Anahit Arustamyan

Anahit Arustamyan Poems
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121. | Nostalgia | 8/22/2017 |
122. | You Have Found My Key | 8/25/2017 |
123. | My Blue-Eyed Poet | 9/14/2017 |
124. | We Have Time | 9/18/2017 |
125. | Album | 10/14/2017 |
126. | O, World! | 10/31/2017 |
127. | The Swan Meets The Cloud | 11/9/2017 |
128. | We Wait And Wait To Be Together | 11/28/2017 |
129. | I Speak To Him | 12/22/2017 |
130. | We Will Dance In Bliss | 1/18/2018 |
131. | One Way Ticket | 2/24/2018 |
132. | Happy Birthday! | 3/25/2018 |
133. | You Are Not Only A Lake | 8/21/2015 |
134. | Don't Be Jealous! | 7/18/2016 |
135. | Dear Prince! | 4/27/2016 |
136. | I Don'T Know | 6/12/2015 |
137. | Swallow! -new- | 4/18/2018 |
138. | Teach Me | 3/19/2018 |
139. | You Are My Song | 11/23/2017 |
140. | Mermaid | 10/7/2017 |
141. | Moon Flower | 1/16/2017 |
142. | Do You Know? | 11/15/2016 |
143. | We Will Beg The Mountains | 10/30/2016 |
144. | My Crazy Heart | 8/14/2017 |
145. | Mother! | 7/18/2015 |
146. | Ghost! | 7/20/2015 |
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.
You Invented Me
YOU INVENTED ME
You invented me as Pygmalion created his goddess. Pygmalion fell in love with the marble's brightness. Are you in love with me or the moon's sadness? The weather is changing so the sky can be starless. Pygmalion had at least the marble's brightness. The blue sky wrapped in your eyes is cloudless. You have at least your hope's freshness. I have plenty of smoke in my lungs and my ink's madness. You invented me to have your goddess. You didn't make me of marble so my life can't be
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