What catches your eye

By RRSuperNova

* It was a hard time when I made this poem. I guess we always look for miracles when life seems threatened; so we search for our closest means of faith that embodies our family dogma. Yet we forget that we are the ones doing this to nature, so there is no need of miracles, just a need of consciousness and action…

The sky is baby blue
There are twinkling lights in the night
As if they were counting
Seconds in our lives.

Flowers smell of love
Rose’s petals so soft
As delicate as is
Gives us hope
What a sight!

Kids play in the wild
As if it were part of their homes
Drip drops falling from above
The rainy season arrives
Giving us water
To wash our souls.

There’s pollution in the air
Calamities are astray
As if they were counting
Seconds in our lives.

Manufacturers smell of green
They also drain their bane
Water-like looks so soft
As delicate as is
Dear Lord! Cancer!
What a sight!

We have stayed in our homes for a while
Confined by this covid-19
Drip drops are falling through our skin
“End of times” dogma arrives
Scaring us, warning us
To wash our souls.

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