the pandemic goes on
life moves on
its 2021
six months to 2022
no trace of mask free days
no trace of fun and frolicking ways
always at stress
always to keep the sanitizer like a perfume bottle
God help me settle
with a life free from covid restrictions
or else life turns into frustrations
let me dream of sunshine days
Where no trace of covid come into our ways
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