Should We Wait? Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

SHOULD WE WAIT?
Tell me if the cranes haven't returned yet! They left promising not to be late. This winter is lazy with its white legs. It has icy knees and a snowy head. Should we wait for the cranes or something else? Ages are sirens blinking to get pale. Ages are large carts taking any tale. Our tale is true but what is a fake? Where can we meet a melted snowflake? Will you arrive with the cranes again? Tell me if you miss my ancient land! My language is different from yours, my friend. Love has the same tongue in every place. We don't need any words to translate. Love is so pure with its bright forehead. You are in Byron's land, my friend. Should we wait for another spring in a green lampshade?