MINUTES by Anahit Arustamyan
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MINUTES
Minutes dance me,you and someone else.
A red dress made of silk leaves a colourless shade.
Precious pearls are nothing as winds have no necks.
A yellow dress made of satin melts on a shadow's face.
Who knows where the wine stains stay.
Minutes pump hours and days.
Days are crumbs of ages turned pale.
Tears flee from eyes to be rains.
Minutes steal whatever we save.

MINUTES by Anahit Arustamyan

by arustamyananahi Minutes dance me, you and someone else.

A red dress made of silk leaves a colourless shade.

Precious pearls are nothing as winds have no necks.

A yellow dress made of satin melts on a shadow's face.

Who knows where the wine stains stay.

Minutes pump hours and days. Days are crumbs of ages turned pale.

Tears flee from eyes to be rains. Minutes steal whatever we save.

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