Do you believe that healing is abuse of power?
Either way, maybe that's vulgar.
A doctor must observe how ill people should be.
Or, if someone dies, how death impacts us.
Sometimes there's a chain of events leading to another.
This is serious poetry.
How we breathe determines a pill's design and flavor.
Nurses continue working when one of them passes.
Love can be felt even for an ugly woman.
My heart contains temporary elements of living.
Winter remains in chaotic freeze.
Purpose comes to show everybody the missing links of attention.
By revealing our degrees of living, the means drift upon greater bonification.
Don't be fooled by too many exclusives.
Forms eventually build up wholes into complete projects unless noted otherwise.
Your heart beats in a dramatic pulse of waste and health.
Can a father open his statute enough within grasp?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem