Great distress corona bestows, whole lot Veil on face, capsuled back to domicile Three-ish feet away and sole left to rot Getting used to screen stuff, try to beguile Come-alive, type to greet the far comrade Hang fire, an hour, when connection goes wack Strive to see people, see 'em blur is fad Meet in face is gone, what a great flashback "How have you been?" is paramount concern When one and all, in sorrowful malaise Nada words and vows, just hugs we all yearn Comfort from calls and texts, in hope we gaze Communication has its feet smashed Stay affixed, though virtual, our hearts not trashed
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