After Corona. . .

Cloud will pass on;

But the Sun shine will never be as bright again. 

Dust will settle;

But the view will never be that awesome again.

We will chat till late;

But some folks will never ever talk again.

We will hug and greet,

But it will never be that warm again.

We will still laugh;

But the extasy will never be as great again.

Life will still bleed us in many cuts;

But the agony will never be as much again.

We will still love;

But feel will never be as deep again.

We will still fight;

But the zil will never be the same again.

We will still win;

But the celebration will never be the same again.

We will still live;

But life will never be the same again. . . .