When the power goes out
And smoke fills the sky,
It looks like evening during the day
Like a permanent sunset for hours on end
A mix of fairy tale and apocalypse,
It feels like one could get lost in it forever
And it would be so beautiful,
If not for the smell and the chaos it brings.
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Tuesday, September 8th (177th day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
