Over The Stream Poem by Avetik Isahakyan

Over The Stream



Over the stream
The willow is bent,
It stares in silence
On the running water.

In this dream world
All things are forever
Coming and going away,
Fading away, traceless.

And with its head bowed
The willow weeps-
The laughing water keeps
Coming and going away.

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