Poem Hunter
AS (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)


You wonder why our firm relations took a nosedive
I guess, you should go back to the primal roots
Considering our liaison was long ago still alive
Maybe it was my grievous fault to lick your boots

Total submission can lead to getting into a habit
And afterwords love fades away without any traces
Who knows when it's time to murder love or stop it?
You keep on looking for the one among unknown faces

If life is too short, then love may last much shorter
The haunting memories survive for distant ages
The ruthless time is gonna blow us out of the water
Yet the history has a room for blank and wilted pages

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