Let My Breath Flow To Your Sick-Bed - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
I am ready to give my breath to my sick friend who was in the hospital.
New ferry is far away,
And already I missed my ferry.
If I can disguise as a beautiful nurse
And enter your ward at midnight.
When I give you a big kiss
Definitely you will wake up and shout 'Tina'.
Then I will say 'sorry Denis it's me'.
A male nurse wants to see your health.
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