I Am Packing My Suitcase Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

I Am Packing My Suitcase



I AM PACKING MY SUITCASE
I wonder if many rains appear to flood the sidewalks by these clouds' spit. I wonder if my memories rise to capture these rains to flirt. I am packing my suitcase for a journey to breathe in some mist. I wonder why these rains flood the sidewalks moving my feet. These rains compose their rhapsody to capture my path in a street. I am packing my suitcase for a journey to catch my memories to greet. I am packing my eyes with a few old pictures to chase them to meet. Rains appear and disappear because they don't have a seat. I am packing my suitcase for a journey with the sound of my feet.

I Am Packing My Suitcase
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