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Aug 2021
The tears that dropped just yesterday
have not yet dried up, lawn's still wet.
One glance, your candle's lit, struggling.
The next, you're gone, the winds have won.
Hijacked in the midst of this storm  
that silently kills, we're helpless
as flame after dear flame flickers
and covid sweeps all who we love
and yes, everything that matters.
Suddenly, life is but a dream.
Jun Lit
Written by
Jun Lit  M/Los Baños, Philippines
(M/Los Baños, Philippines)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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