I made this poem because of our pandemic, coronavirus, year of 2020.
I realized that this pandemic costs us everything that we have, even lives of
the people that we love. Grieves were perceived globally, across nations. In
regards of our massive bereavement, I imagine those that we've lost turn into
flowers when they die. That even in their death, they're still our everything,
and even in death, they'll still be with us. They're in our hearts. Forever.
And they become flowers
Imagine all lives that we've lost turned into flowers when they die
A flower so beautiful
That even God will
smile from above when He sees it
A flower so beautiful
That'll warm even the
coldest of heart
A flower so beautiful
That'll calm even the
most turbulent of soul
I know that we've all
lost too much
We've cried too heavy
I know that we've
also missed them, so much
But what can we do
for them?
We can do nothing,
actually
The only thing that
we can do is to pray for them
We pray for their
soul
We pray for their
blessed heart
We pray, for the
beautiful flowers that they've become
That even in death,
they're still beautiful
Even in death,
they're still very much alive
Even in death,
they're still everything to us
Even in death, they're still here,
With us.
A.K, April 2020.
Written in the midst of coronavirus pandemic, 2020.
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