Coronavirus Poem Second Wave
Coronavirus Poem Second Wave
Our lives have changed
Like never before I can't hug
Or kiss my beautiful mother like before
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Coronavirus Poem Second Wave
Our lives have changed
Like never before I can't hug
Or kiss my beautiful mother like before
Dead love, by treason slain, lies stark,
White as a dead stark-stricken dove:
None that pass by him pause to mark Dead love
His heart, that strained and yearned and