Soon my blood is in a stopping way, <br />It mixes with the air, and a scab forms. <br />My heart is all right, fine, perfect, <br />At last, let the heart beat naturally <br />Like the wheel is turning to make travel. <br />We soon relax, storm other hearts <br />And consider this question and many more. <br />The blood eventually stops, halts in ways, <br />As the heart of mine is concerning the doctor- <br />An expert of excellence, a brilliant mind. <br />The heart is all right, perfect like ice is water, <br />Much ends here, to talk the heart bleeds love. <br />The heart is not just love, it concerns our soul, <br />The spirit of love itself, a reality of greatness. <br />My blood desists to roam in my veins, <br />Right now, it does not flow and I may never inhabit the Earth.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-flows-2/
