Covid-19
Silence.
Isolated from the world,
I look in wonder...
Lonely streets
tender grass
chatty birds...
Silence.
A tricky enemy
is crushing us
deep within.
Covid-19
is killing people
wildly.
Silence.
Death is coming on.
In the weeping sky
gloom and woe
are flying up.
Trees are whispering
a song of grief.
Copyright © Mariangela Canzi | Year Posted 2020
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