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written by: Anahit Arustamyan



I lost the key to my door and my heart became silent.
My angels didn't give me a key as they had left for Heaven.
You have sailed to me from afar where the seas kiss your Island.
Your streets enrich their oxygen with the poems by Lord Byron.
Did you notice my remote trace all of a sudden?
Wasn't it my key whispering my name in your blooming garden?
You have sailed to me from afar like the sun giving light forever.
Now your blue eyes and my dark ones can smile together.
You have found my lost key, my dear sailor.

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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