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The plague is actively claiming precious lives
with its deadly droplets...sadly, not all survive
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we are holed up in our own homes
eager to feel back, airs of our known norms
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not easy to be without human interaction
though distantly, we fulfill human obligations
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quara­ntine, or isolation isn't only a solution
it's a path to meditation and self-evaluation
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refuge in solitude, is what we seek,
it's when we hear our inner voices speak.
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this is one
unprecedented lenten season
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there's no end yet, for sickness, and death
in fear, we anticipate.....we hold our breath
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Sally

©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
   April 8, 2020

What has love done for me?
I can count on one hand,
four maybe five perhaps three
people who actually love me

Sad but true what has love
ever done for you?
Perhaps it’s time to make a move
Just one good lover would be enough
After all these times are getting tough

The little bit of love I have I hold dear
I take the wheel and carefully steer
What more needs to be said?
I need more love before I’m dead
Before I come back to haunt
So come and get some love if you want
Don’t roll over and go to sleep
Spread the love both far and deep
...........