Anahit Arustamyan

Silver Star - 3,423 Points (21.05.1963 / Armenia)

The Dew - Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

Search for the dew at sunrise! The sun's gold hair is afar. No sunset may search for the dew's smile. The dew used to be on a poppy's cheek or in a lilly's eye. Who knows what used to be on time's palm? The dew disappeared like a tear dropped once. The dew might have been in the wine which you drank or spilt by chance. Don't cry for the dew which has gone! Did it hide itself being shy? It might even be above the sky. Sunset has its rights to decide. Is the dew on a wrinkle's tie? The dew was a tear dropped once.

Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical

Form: Prose Poem

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016

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