Rochdi

Health,Painting the cheeksWith an abundant red. Health,Stretching her silhouetteUpon the silky bed.Like a crownOver the head,So mightyYet – so fragile a thread.Health,Blowing up the chestWith power, energyAnd all the rest.Singing her joyful songWith a voice incredibly strong,She celebrates her colorful daysThrough screams, dancesAnd in so many other ways.Until Illness joins the game,Now, Things are no more the same.Fever,Pallor and blurred faces.Insomnia,Pain an...