look at this blood on her hands....
look at this blood she sheads for the ones she love
the blood she holds in her hands to hide
look at this blood she holds, tears...anger..pain.. peiced in her hands.
blood smelling like burning hair.
blood she trys to take away from them... and give to this above
the blood she carries, but no ones sees.
the blood of you and me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a very lovely poem, i love it.