No more shaking hands.
Don't touch your face.
Never stand too close
In a crowded place.
A virus is amongst us.
It's roaming around our land.
It contaminates and does us harm
By the simple touch of our hands.
Dark days are fast approaching.
We have to be aware.
Hygiene is our only shield
To this demon who waits out there.
Our world is now at war
With an unseen enemy.
But we can beat the invader
If we all keep our hands squeaky clean.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
I sit here waiting
waiting for you to see
that time is running out
come o
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
Hope is in the springtime,
When the first bird of the year chirps.
When the first
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
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