Life's Traffic Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

LIFE'S TRAFFIC
We are together as our fairy tale is magic. We wander with seasons in life's traffic. We are small wheels spinning and running. Life tells the same tale with lots of changes. How long has it told the same fairy tale to its traffic? How long have we lived with something mystic? All dreams come and go blinking. They may pat and kiss something. Their fingers pick up nothing. They walk to meet us smiling. Wisdom talks to this traffic. Madness drives through it laughing. We are small wheels in life's traffic. All dreams have mystic bodies. Rainbows remind of bridges. Are they made from vivid fabric? Our dreams step on their stripes slipping. We run through life's traffic talking. Seasons paint their canvases while sailing.