Stolen Spring

Our spring has been stolen.A virus so malevolenthits worldwide, not intelligentfor it leaves us broken. Birds sing on my terrace,air is purer, less pollution,a positive contribution,a moment of solace. Yet people are dyingwhile spring comes and knocks on our doors.We hear nothing, trapped in our moors.And birds are still flying over blossoming trees,over the non-confined… Continue reading Stolen Spring