MY CRAZY HEART
written by: Anahit Arustamyan
@anonarnune20141
No chest is a cage for a heart.
My crazy heart tries to leave its cave to fly.
Whose eyes do the clouds steal to cry?
Seas are either mad or calm.
My tongue still recites a puzzle rhyme.
Who can be on the world’s patting palm?
The world’s grip is a cage for my heart.
A closed road seems an iceberg to my eyes.
Will the world’s hand sketch my roads on the miles?
My crazy heart tries to leave its cave to fly.
It’s a migrant bird, free in the sky.
O, my darling, guide the bluebird to your side.
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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