Lockdown: 25/ 04/ 2020 Poem by DM W

Lockdown: 25/ 04/ 2020



The saffron moonlight briefly lifts this sense of doom;
That I've been feeling; locked inside this empty room.
The stars are out tonight; they glow like pinpricks of hope.
They make me dream of bright things beyond mortal scope.

Sunday, April 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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