Anahit Arustamyan

Silver Star - 3,472 Points [Ann] (21.05.1963 / Armenia)

Anahit Arustamyan Poems

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.

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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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