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Sensory effects of a pandemic

Breathless I wait but yet not stray,

All thats caught my breath is grey

Mist on the waters flicker in my eyes

A shape, a size that cannot disguise!

Can’t figure why my mind is so set,

Dazed as the dastardly waves make a wreak

Salty waters strike my lips

Muddy debris cling to my nasal tips.

Smelling an uncanny saline scent,

As Waters again make an ascent.

Hearing a million sounds in the midst

Silent struggles are the ones eclipsed.

My hand feels an unusual wisp of wind,

Hair on ends and the air feels thinned.

Situation around leaves the head in a spin,

Thoughts in the head now leave an expression.

In denial, I would have to close my eyes,

As sand stayed on the lashes of the eyes!

Struggling to keep them closed,

Part of my face is already enclosed.

Giant waves give me a little courage,

Reminds me the strength of nature’s passage.

I stay strong as the hard waters lash.

Quickly they peak but also crash.

We see it reach the bay with patience,

Waiting and hoping, in long penitence!

After a shake of all that comprises sense...

It leaves us all with nothing more than resilience!

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