“Bed-n-Breakfast”, in the distant past,
Was the place to set my mood-
As I traveled through life’s journey,
And praised the Lord, as much as I could!
The tinker bell made with seashell,
Broke the silence of our town-
But dreams kept my sleepy eyes open,
Till the scorching sun went down!
In my purple heart, the flickering flame,
Took the blame, in her own hand-
And the glittering eyes sighed on sighs,
At the beauty of fjords of wonderland!
Odorous loneliness disappeared,
With a cheery look, beneath the moon-
While the silver threads of comet’s hair
Trailblazed me to come home soon!
Upon the visionary bed of “Bed-n-Breakfast”,
I envisioned the effects of “Corona” mission-
Dreary eyes stumbled on the TV,
As the death tolls blurred my vision!
Sympathy followed empathy in a hurry,
To those cremated or buried in grave-
And the survivors with agonies sobbed,
In search of “Holocaust” strong and brave!!
“Milestone”
April 22, 2020
© Copyright April 22, 2020, by Hillol Ray
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