She loved the world
The stars,
The sunset and sunrise,
The trees...
She keeps loving everyone
Always, like the waves in the ocean
The tick of the clock,
A breath of a person.
But all of it denies her.
Because all that she loved and still loving
Didn't want her,
They reject her
They deny her...
Like a plague,
A contagious disease
The one that keeps all wonderful things
Away from her because she isn't.
So, she distances herself and limits her own desires
So she won't love it,
And that it won't deny her.
Because even for a bird who had wings
Being deprived to fly
Is the most painful thing.
