Dark Cave

Mon, 11/22/2021 - 00:03 -- HB Rita

 Dark insects are in front of my eyes;All-day long Visible, relentless flyingThey disappear as soon as they are touchedI can't find it anywhere. All blurred here, The world today is shrouded in fog: all fogThe face of the beloved child is also blurredThe sky, cloudsDrops of dew falling on the green;All cloudy! Day by day, these eyes are losing light and strengthI am entering in a dark cave!   

This poem is about: 
Our world


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