Before, the time flies by too quickly
Now, the seconds are slower than
my hands, when they wipe my tears
from all the memories we have done
The moon is feeling my silent nostalgia
The stars are emotional to hear from you
As the sun shines on with a hope to meet you
Before death will isolate our lofty love
Love in the era of quarantine exists from
-the pages of lovers in the battle frontline
Perhaps, we either survive and get back
-together, or we might have to sacrifice
to end this timeless obligation of self-isolation...
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