Give Me Your Hand! Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

GIVE ME YOUR HAND!
My dear I exist somewhere. I am not alive and I am not dead. I still see a crown on a mountain's head. This crown is white like a slid age. I am not alive in an ancient cave. No, I am not dead on my time's wave. I am a queen in your fairy tale. I also agree to be my pen's slave. A stone is a roof on a deep grave. Something around is mad and strange. Something around is even sage. The sea is moving to kiss its shore's sand. My dear I exist, give me your hand!