Anahit Arustamyan

Silver Star - 3,534 Points (21.05.1963 / Armenia)

My Mirage Rained - Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: lyrical

Form: Prose Poem

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2015

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