Glassy Glance
written by: Anahit Arustamyan
A round mirror captures my face.
The golden frame of the mirror reflects grace.
However, the mirror speaks to every age.
The glass is pure like the water in a lake.
The glass is too cold to comfort me or someone else.
However, I see my own hand.
It jumps out of the mirror to touch my face.
How much have I changed?
The mirror tells the truth in haste.
My hand touches my eyelids in the waves.
Maybe my eyes haven’t changed.
They may have more pages to save.
I see my own hand that strokes my face.
I see my hand in the glassy glance.
It touches the ages on their trace.
The waves seem to stand.
They stand in the glassy glance.
She was born in Yerevan, Armenia, 1963. Poetry books: "The Queen Of Metaphors," "My Intoxicated Ink," "The Phantom's Dolphin," "Words In Flight," "The Canvas Of My Soul," "Where I Meet Myself," "Ink And Quill," the latest poetry book ''Autumn Songs For Nara.'' A novel, ''The Pilot.'' A memoir, ''The Lamp Lights The Way Back.'' Her books are available from Amazon, Lulu, Kobo Writing Life. Her works are also published in some international poetry anthologies and magazines, both online and in print.
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