The Philosophy Of The Red Blood - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

The red blood that runs In our bodies is pure and Dear, but when evil hits Us badly and unexpectedly We bleed until we die, so It depends if someone respects This red and pure blood Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about The Philosophy Of The Red Blood by MOHAMMAD SKATI

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 24, 2013

[Report Error]