Corona virus

March 28, 2020

Lost in my own mind! I'm bemused, Where are we heading to? Mayhaps, Death is at work in each of us. These secluded cities! the gloomy alleys! the frightening hearts appear dreadful, An air of melancholy descended over this mournful atmosphere, making hermits very Cagey about their life! LIFE...? (ms.ziafat)

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