On the other side

Gardens will be blooming

Windows shining bright

People painting busily

Rooms, yellow, blue or white.

Sweet singing of a songbird

A sound so seldom heard

Without the morning traffic

It’s beauty can be shared.

Of course there will be sorrow

Life will never be the same

But if we pull together

We can again our lives reclaim.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

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