I AM A PIECE OF PAPER by Anahit Arustamyan
I AM A PIECE OF PAPER
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I AM A PIECE OF PAPER
The ink will never walk out of me.
I know this.
I am its piece of paper, blue or green.
I am an emerald spring or a rainy autumn with brown leaves.
I melt in a summer's heat.
I float in a winter's silver mist.
My worn out slippers don't leave my feet.
I can climb up the mountains only in my dreams.
I am a piece of paper for my dripping ink.
My worn out slippers won't last or will.
I am a piece of paper for my inkpot's quill.
Patience is stubborn in its helplessness.
I can find a bench to sit.
The bench doesn't have wheels.
The bench doesn't have wings.
O, no, it has both in my blue ink.

I AM A PIECE OF PAPER by Anahit Arustamyan

by arustamyananahi

The ink will never walk out of me. I know this.

I am its piece of paper, blue or green.

I am an emerald spring or a rainy autumn with brown leaves.

I melt in a summer's heat.

I float in a winter's silver mist.

My worn out slippers don't leave my feet.

I can climb up the mountains only in my dreams.

I am a piece of paper for my dripping ink. My worn out slippers won't last or will.

I am a piece of paper for my inkpot's quill. Patience is stubborn in its helplessness.

I can find a bench to sit. The bench doesn't have wheels. The bench doesn't have wings. O, no, it has both in my blue ink.

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