We Borrow Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

WE BORROW

We borrow from time moments and ages.
Time is generous with lending wrinkles.
We borrow from life both smiles and tears.
We touch the sunshine even in sands.
We see the moonlight painting window panes.
O there might be pearls in lonely seashells.
There might be healers who can't heal themselves.
We borrow from life both realities and legends.
Life lends voyages which come to end.
We give everything back.
At the end of the journey there is nothing left.
That's why we go with empty hands.

From my new poetry book The Canvas Of My Soul: The hues Of My Palette
The Canvas Of My Soul is a colorful dreamscape of insights and emotions. My words linger with the reader. The Canvas Of My Soul is a poetic reporter of the "Human Condition" as I explore the rhythms and patterns of human heart and soul. The Canvas Of My Soul includes lyrical, romantic and philosophical poems. The Hues Of My Palette which is the subtitle of The Canvas Of My Soul is an artistic landscape in lyrical words and deep thoughts.