The Sun Still Shines in Quarantine


I found something remarkable during quarantine
about myself that I never knew.
I found, when compelled, I can sit like a queen
with nothing whatever to do.

I sat and I sat doing nothing at all;
the TV blaring in the room.
Looking at the window, the floor or the wall;
They're all the same in a tomb.

I was lost in the bleakness of spring time
that comes when the curtains are closed.
The sun still shines in the meantime,
but the light never reaches the rose.

The months passed quickly in quarantine,
but the days were unbearably slow.
I found I could no longer sit like a queen
while the flowers were struggling to grow.

I got up from the chair I was used to
and dared to look out of my tomb.
The light I saw seemed brand new
and the flowers, they started to bloom.

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