We Shall Meet Again (Thoughts Of Life After Covid-19)
The cockerel's crow pierces the dawn
Young sun kisses the sky,
Soft moon, in blurry cloud
From where she used to lie.
Day, free from night, she breathes again,
And the book it still unfolds,
Steal day from night until she breathes no more,
Another chapter to be told.
Sunday, November 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship,hope,life and death