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written by: Anahit Arustamyan



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.

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.
Anahit Arustamyan

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