Living each day much muchier


In ordinary times

endings were a beginning.

Painful as they were

they ushered new seasons.

Pandemic and lockdown

brought endings, only endings

and waiting

and sameness.

Life is small now

tiny, furled

It lies dormant

waiting for the season to change.

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This entry was posted on August 23, 2021 by in Global citizenship, Sadness and tagged , , .
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