Many times, when we are lost,
We look up, to stare at the sky,
All we can see, are the clouds, passing by,
Never giving a thought of, other planets, up so high.
History will repeat itself, in many different ways,
The meeting of certain planets,
Has created uncertain times, on earth in past days,
When Jupiter and Pluto come close to each other,
It's like mixing Heaven and hell,
Many pandemics, plagues, have coincided,
Now with the coronavirus,
Look at the sky, what do the planets spell?
In the year 2020 AD. on April 4th, June 30th, and Nov.12th
Within Capricorn, Jupiter, and Pluto, travel aside, meet.
Thank you for directing me to this poem..like all good reads it leaves the reader thinking about life in a more circumspect way..very good! Lodigiana
Hmm it’s indeed beyond our control. The cloud is always there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We do ot look to the stars for answers as in the past, if the stars are right,