The Spring of 2020
The wind blows in the deserted streets,
and a sad song whistled lightly
filled with terror, the joy on earth retreats,
shocked by this great tragedy.
It's a dark and ugly Spring,
All the flowers forgot to bloom,
I cannot hear the robin sing,
Everything smells of stale perfume.
Death walks slowly through the hospitals
and the doomed are taking hold of her hand,
It makes me feel so powerless, so little
Please forgive us, Father, heal the land.
The children stay at home (there is no school)
not understanding why they cannot see their grandparents,
We all wear masks, and we follow the new rule
when walk outside running some errands.
Today, millions and millions of people,
raise their weeping eyes to the sky again,
looking for answers, looking for a reason,
Praying for blessings, for forgiveness's rain.
Under the masks, we hide our old-fashioned smile,
as our hugs slowly, slowly fade,
We hope that heaven and earth can reconcile,
We put our lives on the scale to trade.
Let the rainbow appear once more,
Receive our prayer and repentance
Get rid of the terrible storm, show us the shore,
Forgive us what is left of our sentence.
I can see through the leaves how a new petal is born,
Through the flowering trees, the birds sing a song,
I dream of the blessed, glorious morn',
I know, He's at the door, He's coming it won't be long!
Copyright © Marius Alexandru | Year Posted 2021
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