Anabella Is Sick - Poem by Guillermo Veloso
Can I hold you?
Your comfort is my comfort
Smell of sweat
Wheeze and fever
I want to squeeze it all away
In my arms I am your father
I can see the sea, sail upon it
And envision the furthest shore
“You are a daughter of the sea”
In this sea I am your father
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