Corona Poem by Eva Beylich
Corona
Corona
And while you are still building
towers, they start to crumble.
You have built on water flowing,
brought stones to tumble.
A wedge is driven between things
never planned to be together.
Only fissures the daily brick brings.
We hope for better weather.
Stability gets flooded and drowned,
we drift along, melt with others,
search for light above the ground.
Certainty gets stifled and smothered.
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4/30/2024 9:14:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a nice poem, Eva B. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.