In a world gripped by unseen strands,
A pandemic whispers across distant lands.
Sparse streets echo a silent plea,
In the hush, we find uncertainty.
Masks adorn the faces once bare,
As the virus dances through the air.
Isolation becomes a somber song,
In the echoes of what once belonged.
Empty squares and quiet squares,
Life retreats to cautious lairs.
In the sparce touch of human hand,
We seek resilience, united we stand.
A distant touch, a longing gaze,
Through virtual realms, connection stays.
Pandemic's grip, a challenging art,
Yet within our hearts, hope imparts.
Emerge we shall, from this stark night,
In the dawn, a resilient light.
Sparse, the present, but not the end,
In unity, our spirits ascend.
Comments (2)
This was so powerful and uplifting! I loved it!
This was outstanding.