Variations on a theme
The virus is shifting its shape,Ghosting its way across the globe,
Invisible it stares us in the face,
Keeping us guessing to the end.
What is within deflates me without.
The snow is falling again,
White eyes blinding the earth,
Each flake is oddly unique,
Six-sided mutations all.
What is without awes me within.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2021-02-02 at 22:18
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