A Poem From My Book

I Was Born TO Hear Your Bell


Clock, what do you measure?
Are there a book's pages, read or unread?
Can a book remain on the same shelf?
I have something to say to my own self.
Nothing is stronger than your magic bell.
I was born in a bird's nest.
I was born in a seashell.
I was born somewhere to hear my steps.
Clock, you invent both stories and legends to tell.
Your legs are longer than a mountain's neck.
Clock, your palms are wider than all writing desks.
How many books have been left?
How many pages have you read?
My path is shorter than your fingernail.
Can a book remain on the same shelf?
Clock, I was born to hear your bell.

Autumn Songs
For Nara
by Anahit Arustamyan

Synopsis
This collection of my new poems is dedicated to my sister, Nara who left for Heaven. The words sing with the autumn melancholia. Most of the lines are blues. It's a collection of spiritual and philosophical poems.Most of the lines are blues. They may touch any heart and soul. The words sound like songs.


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