musings
The likes of a LOVELY
Honey bee
AS long as we have to last
we will last
then it's like eternal
final half mast
your god said to me
on earth remain as happy
here I have no place
where one may laugh
as and so so so loudly
all say
hush hush hush
Corona is still plying
FREE
causing untold havoc
O god where are ye
BEHIND VEILS AND BALES OF TIME
WHEN WILL
OKAY
SHALL COME THEE
PEOPLE SAY
YE WILL
hovoc risen with ghostly spirit named by corona God will come out as physicians invention
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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