Waking Up Poem by Corina Junghiatu

Let's to think about thousands people which die every day around us and just pray for them soul!
The virus is lethal, stay in home and pray, the vibrations of a collective energy can work wonders! Take care of yourself!

Waking up

Today, the wind is pulling the cigarette
watching on how the swans of the world die,
how them soul is reincarnated in stones
covered in sick grass.

What a dense twilight of grief
it's burning my soul like a torch
when life bears dead bodies on her shoulder
and on the top of the world
silence and fear screaming.

Where are we from yesterday?
Who we will be tomorrow...
A permanent state of alertness
of sleep of death raised in statues.

This spring the trees smell of incense,
of useless limbs of church bells
and of drowsy vibration,
while the taste of bread become an epopee
because the plow does not sow wheat,
today, the furrows have become graves
of the thousands of ears of wheat planted in coffins.

Corina Junghiatu