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We Will Beg The Mountains

written by: Anahit Arustamyan



Our ages are running to sunset.
The mountains' snows are on our heads.
Don't worry my darling!
We will beg sunset to be late.
We will beg sunrise to be with us on this autumn day.
Our love is young as a woken spring's emerald plants.
This autumn wedding is our sunrise like any spring's jade.
The mild breeze is dancing on our autumn wedding day.
Don't worry my darling as aging is nothing for the Earth's spinning dance.
Don't care my darling, for these snowflakes on our heads.
We will beg the mountains to give us their ageless strength.

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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