#WritcoPoemChallenge
#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,

I long for the dream outside glass window,
Shower me with light in purple and yellow,
I long for the freedom outside the glass window,
With nothing to worry but freedom to follow,

When the day eventually fell silent,
I have my desire grow the wildest,
I'm letting the fire burn at this moment,
From the dust, I will rise to the highest.
© Peng