Poem -
4th of July
The year is 2020.
I am quarantined.
Sipping a cup of tea
Staring at a tree.
Thinking, about me, and thee.
Tomorrow is the day
where fireworks should have exploded
honoring the birth of America.
But
that's not going to happen.
I am saddened.
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Well done. It doesn't take a lot of words to express what I see as sadness and loneliness.
Indeed. Being separated from my few close friends is starting to become unbearable.