quiet stillness
barring the birds
the world on hold
holding its breath
waiting for what's next
isolated from loved ones
hoping it's enough
knowing some will succumb
holding hearts
feeling the faint
embraces of the past
days, weeks, years
time is irrelevant
distant means nothing
everything is untouchable
except hope
the morning sun
the bird song
the budding twigs
all remember
There is Always Hope

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