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written by: Anahit Arustamyan



Moonlit night! The moon hardly cares for me or anyone.
However I look for myself in its pale smile.
Moonlit night! The moon never sits on my forehead to pat my eyes.
The world is a huge hotel for everyone.
Someone is in a shabby hut.
Another one walks on a velvet rug.
The world's illusions are bright or dull.
I have no wings but I let my words fly.
Will they find roads in the sky?
My two legs let me climb or fall.
Have philosophers learned what has been right?
Days and nights rise to ride.
The sky shows me its dark grey moustache.
Moonlit night! Do the world's illusions go to the sky?
The moon and the stars know much.
They don't talk to me as they are shy.

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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