Silence By Covid-19 Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Silence By Covid-19
The orchid about to bloom
With its blossoms creating a Spring-like scent
Making me think of days outside
With the smell of fresh-cut grass
But I am stuck inside
The streets are so desolate
It is, as if, I am the only one alive
I imagine the children going by
From school
Laughing at a childish joke
And the birds singing an aria
So beautiful that people stop to listen
These sounds are non-existant these days
I stay inside helplessly watching local news
As death's grip tighten
And my heart is already dead without hope
So beautiful that people stop to listen These sounds are non-existant these days I stay inside helplessly watching local news As death's grip tighten And my heart is already dead without hope.. we shall always live in hope..... God bless you. and care for you in hopelessness. tony
Desolate! ! ! ! Muse of coronavirus! Home office, Home alone. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
HAVE HOPE This too will PASS No one and nothing has ever come to stay for long last read History past great be thy will to last and good days forecast
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Indeed, like Dr. Tony said in his response: we shall always live in HOPE, YOU, me and all others. God always sees us, dear LeeAnn!