Lockdown: (March 25th,2020) Poem by DM W
Lockdown: (March 25th,2020)
O I'm looking at this meagre stream,
But I'm really thinking of the sea.
I'm searching hard for something arcane,
But I'm surrounded by the mundane.
There seems to be no way to escape.
I suppose I'll still try to create.
O my dreams are large, but my days and nights
Are short. I can't grasp the healing light.
Now fresh spring blossoms are arriving.
Yet I feel my life force is fading.
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