Belooved Poem by carlos pintobr

Belooved



From her

that strange liquid escapes

a river

red of life



Inside her

in veins

it runs and burns

a heart

Insensible of me.



As a princess in a bed sleeping

arms around

scissors, tubes, needles

none pain just hope

for some body

weakness of sick.

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It was dedicated to a blood donor girl..
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