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The parks are deserted No humans to step into its

The parks are deserted No humans to step into its heart The gates are closed and Locks are rusted The weeds are spreading like virus The pavers don't listen to the rhythm of the footsteps The trees never hear the Hush Hush talk of the love birds The sands that longing for The kiss of the children It looks at the sky in vain No plane fly to cross the moon that shine. Day 8 begins. April begins. Summer begins. Used-to-ness to lockdown begins. March ends. Spring ends. The hustle and bustle of the chase ends. A week of lockdown ends. 2 more to go. Or maybe many more. Describe your #day8lockdown in today's #lockdowndiary. #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
The parks are deserted No humans to step into its heart The gates are closed and Locks are rusted The weeds are spreading like virus The pavers don't listen to the rhythm of the footsteps The trees never hear the Hush Hush talk of the love birds The sands that longing for The kiss of the children It looks at the sky in vain No plane fly to cross the moon that shine. Day 8 begins. April begins. Summer begins. Used-to-ness to lockdown begins. March ends. Spring ends. The hustle and bustle of the chase ends. A week of lockdown ends. 2 more to go. Or maybe many more. Describe your #day8lockdown in today's #lockdowndiary. #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
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