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There's Life.
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#CoronaVirus
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors,
feet denied of decent stroll,
eyes blanked at dazzling rows,
And fingers stripped from picking nose
For the days looked dead,
and dew, skeletons of forlorn path,
Only from beyond a silent berth,
we sail our gazing length.
But there are souls and spirits
behind dried bones, shoved ashore,
They live again.
#CoronaVirus
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors,
feet denied of decent stroll,
eyes blanked at dazzling rows,
And fingers stripped from picking nose
For the days looked dead,
and dew, skeletons of forlorn path,
Only from beyond a silent berth,
we sail our gazing length.
But there are souls and spirits
behind dried bones, shoved ashore,
They live again.
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