Through breath is entered
Life and death
Soft tissues take it all in
While the necessary gases
Flow into the crimson fluid
Invasion permeates a short visit
It's stain lingers filling liquids
To block the life giving air
Affecting the body whole
Dying to it and struggling
Under its weight
All effort is arduous
Day upon day hope for return
To the mundane who's prize
Is cherished
Hold thigh and breath! Deeply, is so easy. Was i speak to myself and my loved ones when bronchitis come! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
I love how you portray the body in this poem with your carefully chosen words, and how you could make the process of illness and recovery so poetic!