Silent Virus
In the coldness of winter
when a virus hit all around
like the silent snowflakes
they both invade without sound
where one can make you cold
and slowly freeze to death
the other makes you sick
and can take your last breath
with one we dress up
stay smuggled and warm
with the other we mask up
hoping we do not come to harm.
like the snowflakes that will melt away
we pray this virus will not stay.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2020
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