Horizon
written by: Anahit Arustamyan
Which bird’s quill was a pen and drank from the inkpot to write a song?
I wonder if you saved the quill or gave it back to a crane or a dove.
You might hear my earthly talk.
The sky’s skin is blue silk while a crane is as white as chalk.
Are you a board on which this piece of chalk writes a word?
Is it me, or a crane, maybe a dove drinking some water from the horizon’s drops?
Let me go even barefoot for a moonlit walk!
I wonder if you saved what I could have lost.
Neither a crane nor a dove knows what might be wrong.
Is it me or a crane or maybe a stork settled in the world for this earthly song?
A crane is as mystic in its white clothes as I am in my ink’s storm.
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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