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Renaissance
It's raining in the world,
with the Coronavirus:
a furious lightning
of a mute warning,
a thunderstorm of
an unprecedented power,
a darkest cloud
of a worried folk!
The people are
shuddering,
dying,
praying,
introspecting,
determining,
changing,
and, thanking as well,
the Corona, most prudently,
for liting a novel hope
of a Renaissance!
Saturday 13th June 2020 6:36 pm
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