she has a mask to go outside
fearful of being conquered
by microbes we usually breath
she tried to be happy i can see
i feel dart tearing me inside
i almost cry just to see her
she knows i'm bleeding deep
i patiently listen to her
like so many years we been
when things were so rosy
now we are in midst of storm
i pray for brighter tomorrow
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