Bleeding Heart Poem by Atef Ayadi
Bleeding Heart
i watch
and focus
my eyes
when i catch
a woman
in a full
bleeding heart
turbulent
soft
torment.
it is a painful
find,
but i keep watching.
i have nothing else to do.
but to feel
the irony.
it starts
with a
an interjection,
a very
breezy
deep
breath,
to a smoke
of
fire and blaze
that eats
the green
purple
and the reddish upper and lower RED feelings.
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