Don't ask me how I am Don't ask how I'm doing Don't bother asking how I feel I am raw with emotion It hurts too much, it hurts to feel, to think Asking is like picking at my wounds Making blood flow like my tears I am one soul living two lives Feeling for two, hurting for two Going mad.
My city, You have filled my heart with longing for the future, and tears of sadness in my eyes. Goodbye my city, Goodbye earthen walls, In you I found the joys of belonging. I still remember the damp smell of your alleys and And the sound of the black crows. The shadows of your twilights have fallen on my future, And your sunrises are in my heart. Goodbye my city, Goodbye my childhood. Armineh Amirian Zohrabian 1972 Arak, Iran.
I miss you mom. It's been too long You don't even come to my dreams. Were you simply too tired? Are you happy now that you are gone? I want to remember you happy With your blue eyes smiling like when I came to visit When you had bought something pretty. Did I tell you that I loved you, enough? I hope you are with dad Is he making you laugh? Hope to see you again mom. I hope to see you again.
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