Anahit Arustamyan

Bronze Star - 2,994 Points (21.05.1963 / Armenia)

Monologue - Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

A barefooted river runs without being stopped.
Its feet don't hurt by stepping the stones.
Ah, human being! Your skin may be torn by touching a thorn.
Do count the seconds which once shone!
Could you be sure if they were yours?
The stars in the sky are shiny and bold.
The sun's yellow crown isn't made of gold.
That's why its shine can never be cold.
The waves of the rivers are their own clothes.
Ah, human being! The pocket of your coat may have a large hole.
The bandage on your wound might be even old.
Do count the seconds which your ages dropped!
Ah, human being! You have lots of words in your vocal cord.

Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical

Form: Prose Poem

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 2, 2017

Poem Edited: Friday, February 3, 2017

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