On My Life's Page Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

ON MY LIFE'S PAGE
What can I see, the road or my own passage? No worn out shoes are ever strange. A story becomes a legend on the last page. Who can remind me about a young leaf's jade? Love is always free even in a heart's cage. I don't know where I am going lost in my own haste. My fingers are touching my fence. I don't know why its face has become my sledge. Goodbye my land! I would love to place you in my small suitcase. There might be mountains somewhere else. They will remind me about my love longing for your glance. My worn out shoes may sketch a cloud on my life's page.