What Is This Thing Called Happiness - Aga Zaryan

Another year has passed

With a speed of light

In the mirror I observe my face

Curved with first lines

A sculpture, a woman

Body and soul

Fire and ice

Freedom am I

Am I ready for a big step into a world

A world that seems another universe

A milky way ahead?

Close my eyes

Lose gravity

Feel nothing

Just the wind on my rosy cheeks

As I carelessly cut the evening sky

Seeking the unknown harmony

That I could call my own

Suddenly I fall on the ground

And hit it hard

I lie among the grains of sand

Hear the bitter sweet song of the waves

Maybe this is happiness

Or am I still in the Bay of Hopes and Dreams

Searching for a hidden treasure?