Jun 27, 2024, 10:29 AM

Transplantation 

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For some time he lost his ease, 

He couldn't sleep and eat.

A cruel heart and lungs disease

Grasped him from beneath.

 

But during a long visitation

The doctor mentioned that he could

Save his life with transplantation -

To young hope was casted food.

 

So in teeth he clutched his breath

And vigorously crying

Please God save me from the death

Let someone else be dying

.

Medicine gives only hope,

Holding life with greed.

Standing on a deadly slope,

It is soul we need.

 

© Таня Гулериа All rights reserved.

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