Friday, October 23, 2015

Anahit Arustamyan writes

BOUND TO MY EYES

No winter comes at once. It arrives to stay for a while. No winter leaves at once as the sky admires its icy moustache. The winter will let me become a mystic bride. Should I admire the white bandage bound to my eyes? The roads will tease me as my sledge has gone. I don't think I will need to ride. I should wait for the winter to slide. The snowdrops won't be late to come. Any tree will be painted green for a while. Should I admire the green bandage bound to my eyes? Neither summer nor autumn comes at once. They come to stay for a while. Any autumn shows the plants its yellow tongue. Should I admire the yellow bandage bound to my eyes?




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