The Iron Curtain Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

THE IRON CURTAIN

The iron curtain hasn't disappeared.
It has even left the rainbow behind.
We have these letters finding each other and nothing to hide.
The same rain weeps on our shoulders in different lands where we are.
The iron curtain continues to veil the door to the Earth's paradise.
The iron curtain is being mended now beneath the blue sky.
Earthly paradise is a fantasy or a naive lie.
How many lovers make their hearts gardens before they die?
A loving heart is a fresh garden which is full of roses smiling to the sun.
A hating heart is a piece of soil which is full of weeds and always dry.
Which one is the iron curtain making us cry?
Jesus forgives us for the apple of Eve not to be punished so much.
I know you are left with your poetry, so am I.
''How are you doing there'? You write.
''Take care, I miss you'' I reply.