there is no sun
today
and the sky is gray
and the wind so cold
and the leaves
so yellow
the road is wet with
rain
the children are not
playing
and the women cook
and the husband stay
in bed
reading the papers
the vendors are
not doing it at the flea
market
the new strain is
here
covid-19
my dear is spreading
in the hemisphere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem