my plane is taking off..
but
i can't crymy heart is dead
because my heart is dead now
you think, i don't love you
it is not true
still i love you
but i have forgotten how to miss you
pains, sorrows, disgrace, hunger and poverty
i have become a bird between fear and hope
separations and unions
many deluges of uncertainties and enforced austerities of life
have taken away my tears, awareness, smile and naive freshness
forgive me..
i can't cry
my heart is dead
but I still love you!
© afterwind
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