Blood Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
Blood
slowly
dropp behind
the drop
drip drip drip
given living is dripping
with the gesture of great
dividing blood
between needing
red tear of the drip
is becoming more valuable
than the diamond chafing necklace
with thrust of the luxury
what not adding forces is losing the value
in the confrontation with illness
I will leave it to the scale pan of the weight
allocating for the exchange
to a few drops of blood...
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4/26/2024 6:54:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Who obtained blood personally or somebody of his family and friends, knows how she is valuable. Blood often saves living the second man. The ones who voluntarily are giving for others blood, these are man, for whom life human isn't indifferent. They are deserving our highest estimate.