Blood Transfusion - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

A tiny mosquito comes to me Suddenly to land on my poor body To bite me, It hurts me when it does that Blood transfusion every time, It never stops, It hurts me, but What shall I do? ! It absorbs my blood freely To be its pretty food, I can't prevent it because I can't see it, If I see it, then It will be my pretty hunt, then This is the game when summertime comes.

Topic(s) of this poem: sad

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 31, 2014

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