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The city festers, a bleeding wound. Its scars consume lost souls, part…
Read more →Fragrant hope blossoms from a grandchild's arrival, melting despondent gloom, ushering a new, brighter dawn
Norah
A whiff of fragrance
issues from rose
a drop of dew
adorns a leaf
a ray of light
touches my heart
despondent times;
COVID times,
despair and gloom
melt away
you have come
when going is tough
come, usher in
a new dawn
(for Norah ,my grand daughter born recently)