No one Says of this Blood
How I do not want to see it
Bulls in the arena
did not spill this blood
This blood almost infantile
running beneath the door
of a miserable prison
of any city of spilled silences
Perhaps I want to go to heavan
Someday it will recieve the land.IMG_0016
Poll results:
Number 28 overall.
Excellent: 5 votes
Very Good: one vote
Good: one vote
