The Bride Of Brides

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Nature is cruel and too hostile, And my lovely earth is too fragile, So hot are the sun and its light, Look, beauty is reflected moonlight. But I need both the hot and cold lights, My good days and my romantic nights, My days to work to struggle and to exist, My nights are to love and to resist, The violent hostilities of the nature, And challenging threatening caricature, I have fought in past the epidemics, I shall fight with the current pandemics, I have fought the storms and tides, I will fight to save the bride of the brides, It loves me always and I always love it, Though in the hostilities it's a misfit, Still I am determined to bravely fight, I shall save the bride with all my might, How many of us the virus can kill, I have a very strong power of will, We are 7.5 billion, more it may, But I shall kill this virus, too, one day. Reflections of virus will change the earth, Shall increase the bride's beauty and worth!

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