Judy's Poems & Thoughts of Life

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I feel the heat of summer on my brow
I sit alone and wonder how.
How can this be,
How can the birds keep singing
How can the bells keep ringing
Life should had stopped
The world  is still spinning.
Flowers are blooming
Rain falling on the ground
People moving all around
The city streets are bustling
The country side is rustling
And I sit ,alone, with the sun in my face
Drying up my  tears that are running.

                              Judy Lindsey
                              May 27, 2021