I Can Guess Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

I CAN GUESS
Some tobacco, a tobacconist and a bench under a lonely tree! Tobacco! Why are you faithful to me? Your smoke reminds me of vain dreams. I am blending gray and pink. What color would it be? I am mortal and you know this. For what is this bench in the arms of breeze? One sits before being asleep. No-one is older than a wrinkled cliff. A tiny ant and a golden bee! A gold ring or a lost key! Oh, tobacco! Do you distinguish their myths? Someone is here to speak. Someone is here to think. Someone is thirsty but there's nothing to drink. Oh, tobacco! Do you distinguish their lips? I can guess why you are faithful to me.