When the spring returns after winter times,
The spring birds that had fallen silent,
Come dancing from their winter habitats again,
To sing joyful notes in their heavenly home,
The flowers that had faded in autumn,
Sprout out to blossom again,
But our gardens are wrapped with,
Ranky weeds and thorny bushes,
The roads connecting us to our flower gardens,
Blocked by concertina wires and police,
We cannot visit our flower gardens,
Now at the pretext of Social distancing
Mykoul
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