Outside My Window (Dedicated to the Front Line Personnel in the Fight Against Covid – 19).

It’s raining outside, but I can’t go to play; especially today. As I stare from my window, I hear the sounds of joy and laughter, chapter by chapter, as I recall the days when we ran through the valley holding our kites with our smiles brighter than the Paris lights. And then it came, a cold odorless breeze, an uninvited guest, a bird of prey with no nest, and with pain it made it’s name among men, among them who challenged its aim and sought the end of its reign.…

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