Wednesday, July 2, 2025

Covid

 In the silence of that suspended year,  

The world paused, held breath, and drew near.  

A breathless pause, a fleeting grace,  

A stillness time could not replace.  

  

Streets grew quiet, shadows stretched,  

In empty parks, the silence etched.  

Hearts beat softly, hope's faint glow,  

A world reborn in silent woe.  

  

Yet in that pause, with time held tight,  

A chance to see anew the light.  

Though doors were closed and paths were blocked,  

A whisper of change gently unlocked.  

  

The year the world stopped, yet in its sleep,  

Seeds of renewal quietly did creep.  

A pause, a breath, a chance to mend—  

A silent chapter, longing to end.

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