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written by: Anahit Arustamyan



I was born with an innocent scream.
God, you gave me a body but I am still a dream.
You know what I am in the world's rainful stream.
God, you teach me, you heal me but I am still a pale beam.
When I am your angel I will shine on a rainbow's skin.
God, I am a voice which sings.
I am a wing or a fin.
God, you know why I neither fly nor swim.
I am a dawn, fresh and clean.
I am a dark night, awake or asleep.
The earthly life is a ghost ship.
I am a voice risen to sing.
I am a mortal leaf of the immortal tree.

Anahit Arustamyan

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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