As it happens, waiting time is always long,
Like dark tunnel with no lights and no hopes,
Thick clouds hiding the moon behind,
Long sky broadens its blueish dark everywhere
And the eyes were still engaged in narrating
Short stories in longer version.
A million sea waves were eager to touch,
The shores of each other's body.
The twenty thousand leagues down under the sea
The pearls of happiness were shining to reach the necklace
And with so many RT-PCR tests underway
The wait for, the result was more than;
Handling of patients, for her
And for him, handling of the mobilizing mob.
And then sun waves the flying kiss to the moon.
I was hoping some one like will RECORD COVID for future generations to know how so many in such a short while so many did blow so many went without a jab so many without oxygen you poet MAN must continue The world expects an EPIC FROM YOU At least I do
The sun waves the flying kiss to the moon. Such romantic imagery. Marvellous with top stars
Marvellous poem. A million sea waves were eager to touch, The shores of each other's body.
Sir this take is beautiful. At least out of hospital into the world bof oceans where pearl can be dreamt for necklace... lovely one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful series my friend! Admired.