For 14 days
Maybe more
They urge us inside
The market shelves empty
The roads and sidewalks too
Nothing should remain open
But what is essential to use
Some say an end is coming
To what we know and knew
And there is an ongoing promise
That the next measures will be
Excessively harsh and severe
If this doesn’t work like it should
So I walk to work
Not knowing …
I tell story of a village in India
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Poet and Artist ✫ Jay Mora-Shihadeh
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
Benjamin Grossman 
Here in France they’ve just closed the schools. Today was the last day till who knows when. The teaches and students seemed overjoyed. :)) I like that you made a poem about your experience with it. I think the world needs more of this kind of thing.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts and reading. There’s lots of different perspectives to what is happening around the world and it’s important we all band together in times like this. Stay safe.