My mind is aligning itself from a huge complex brainstorm to a monotonous gale.
I can't help myself but gaze at with pity, because the world has just learnt to fail.
A global pandemic has taught, the secret of life to the flamboyance;
Now is it that they've embraced, the Bohemians and their little nuance.
In the sunken valleys of my memory lane, there lie ahead emerald gardens
Waiting to fill itself with nostalgia, anxious and gets sharpened.
There is little sense among the words the wounds speak,
But what they relive is the truth, no matter how bleak.
Stay home, stay safe, people in the quarantine; you perhaps may realise, your hidden valentine!