My Shabby Fence Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

MY SHABBY FENCE
How could I smash the fence glued to my age? A yellow leaf on its yellow page might be sage. Who knows what to save? Who could break the legs of a rainy day? My eyes aren't infant buds to be amazed at this expected fence. Any yellow leaf used to be a green - eyed jade. What did the leaf save? Did it save the velvet mirage gone in haste? The more I love you the more I hate my shabby fence which makes me walk on the rusty nails to be lame. My sketched page reminds me of the leaf's yellow face. Your blue eyes seem to be a blissful lake. Could they break the fence glued to my age? Would they save my yellow page in their blue grace? My eyes are haunted by the mirage on a blue sledge. The more I love you the more I hate my rainy day. Could I believe this cold rain to be strange? The more I love you the more I wish to smash my shabby fence. What could I save? Could I save my blue mirage on my yellow page?