TIME CLIMBS UP AND DOWN
I talked to the wind through the autumn leaves.
The leaves don't know where time creeps.
Time is never back but where it sits.
No winds know where time kneels.
Old and new, bor...
An old owl or a swallow in flight think of the stars to be round eyes.
The stars are neither theirs nor a wizard's.
I am an old owl spellbound by nights.
I am a young swallow with love in my...
You call me moon flower.
Yes, sir, the moon appears in my soul's shower.
There is a clock on a big tower.
It counts my steps with its power.
Yes, sir, the moon is the stars' follower.
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 ...
THE PHANTOM OF POETRY
My Intoxicated Ink by Anahit Arustamyan
STEP ON THESE PAPER PAGES!
My memories! Step on these paper pages!
Your nests are in my brain's cells.
Life may invent a saga.
However it's a saga itself.
My ages! Step on these paper pages!
Seagull! Are you a bride or a bird? Did you use to have an embroidered skirt? Don’t take any sail for your lover’s shirt! Never tell the sea that you were a girl! The sea knows you as a whit...