My Mirage Rained - Poem by Anahit Arustamyan
MY MIRAGE RAINED
Like a mad river my words are flowing somewhere. Unlike my fingers the river touches many lands. I am here but you are there. I haven't heard from you since my mirage rained. Like a mad river your fable is still awake. Forgive my imagination which gave you its breath! Forgive my temptation which didn't measure the river's length! If you hear me I am in the hospital's caring hands. My cotton pillow is an embroidered snowflake. My temptation failed to run after you as it was lame. My imagination still touches the mirage which rained.
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