YOUR TIME MACHINE

YOUR TIME MACHINE

written by: Anahit Arustamyan

@anonarnune20141

Our fantasies are two candles.
No, they are not going to quench.
Our dreams have never been caged.
You invented something unusual
much faster than a supersonic plane.
You invented something unique
to flee from our century’s hands.
Your time machine is a miracle.
Sir, this is Victorian London.
I won’t hesitate to say.
A horse-drawn carriage is running
with the light of our candles’ rays.
Is this Piccadilly Street?
It may notice our rushing steps.
Your time machine is a miracle, sir.
Is this Victorian London?
Our dreams are made of jade.
Your time machine is a miracle, sir.
I won’t hesitate to say.
A horse-drawn carriage is running.
We have already met.
Your time machine is a vehicle.
It took me two centuries back.
Is this Piccadilly Street?
We promised to meet there.

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Anahit Arustamyan

I was born in Yerevan, Armenia, 1963. After graduating the university I published some of my earlypoems in the local anthology called ''Garun'' translated into English ''Spring''. My later works were published in different international anthologies and online magazines. I authored paperback books entitled My Intoxicated Ink, The Queen Of Metaphors and e-books entitled My Wandering Muse, My Lyrical Tongue and The Phantom's Dolphin. My books are in English and available on Amazon and Lulu.

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