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It's 3 A. M.

June 18, 2020

Pandemic Poetry!!!

All is quiet
Very quiet
I lie in my bed
cool clear waters of relaxation
flood me in a soft way.
Blessings turn to sweet sugar.
Thoughts as the parade
of kind people unfolding
across the screen of my mind.
Even sirens are asleep.
Soon construction will start
eating up the city,
but for now, all is calm
all is still
including my thoughts
and heart.

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