As The Virus Continues To Spread....

We are still waiting for miracles to occur We would like to live amidst perpetual spring. I guess we are all searching for warm asylum. We still have faith that everything will be alright. But alas, the world tragically weighs us down. In these tenebrous, mortal realms, winter still reigns. The wild, passionate flowers of youth are too brief. Summer's carefree, innocent songs soon fade away. Autumn's solemn ceremonies makes us reflect On existence. Yet there's no hint of redemption. Time corrupts us and steals our precious hopes and dreams. O we are all heading towards a shallow grave!