Silent Monologue Poem by Anahit Arustamyan
Silent Monologue
SILENT MONOLOGUE
A purple orchid is born to grow.
A wind gets crazy to blow.
I still want to know
what else can flow.
A cloud dies to be snow.
A creaky chair is nothing for a crow.
A creaky door has something to show.
A wind opens it for a dropped straw.
'Who is in'? The wind doesn't know.
A cloud dies to be rain or snow.
Ages find their roads to go.
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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