EVEN SMOKE GOES
written by: Anahit Arustamyan
@anonarnune20141
Does this scarlet rose know where the smoke goes?
A tender breeze was with the rose long ago.
A stream for the rose is something which flows.
Maybe the rose is no longer ruby in the smoke.
A grey cloud may have been a white stork.
Now the grey cloud is the smoke’s talk with the rose.
The stream doesn’t know but it still flows.
Even smoke goes.
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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