Anahit Arustamyan writes

I KEEP YOU IN MY EYES

I keep you in my eyes in which the world's map is sketched with
the dew of my eyelashes.
I see you through distances not with my eyesight but the colours of our canvases.
The intoxicated wind makes my hair messy.
My eyes keep the paint of our autumn journeys.
We have painted our sweet memories.
We have coloured the melodies of love without brushes.
The world's map tells me how far you are from me.
I am caught by the wind.
It giggles but I don't understand its irony.
O the wind tells me how far you are from me.
I keep you in my eyes in which the world's map is sketched.

Anahit Arustamyan writes

I AM SURPRISED

I have read fifty-five pages of my life's book so fast.
O I have never rushed.
That little girl has already flown like a butterfly.
Hey, fifty-five pages, where are you now?
Where have you gone?
You were my ages, you are dead sparrows alive in my mind.
The fifty-sixth page is unwritten yet with the ink of time.
O I am surprised.
How quickly I looked through the stories invented by life.
Hey, little girl, your hair was dark.
I know you played hide and seek with time.
How many clouds have silvered your hair so far?
I am fifty-five.
I still blink my eyes full of the pictures of my past.
That little girl is no longer me blinking her bright eyes.
That little girl turned to a photo of mine.
I can't recognize myself in it but I smile.
How quickly I have read these pages, I am still surprised.


Book of Life -- Yulia Litvinova

Anahit Arustamyan writes

KEEP ME IN YOUR PRAYERS

Keep me in your prayers.
The sky keeps the stars in its deep layers.
Both angels and stars survive forever.
They always watch the Earth's game players.
Life is nothing else than a guest shelter.
Time drives everyone both kings and beggars.
The hues of the seasons are fortune tellers.
You crossed the Rubicon for our love's treasures.
I will reach your yacht, my dear sailor.
Keep me in your prayers.

Caesar -- Adolphe Yvon