virus, stroke, lock, call, fly, death, left, spread, mask, sell, singe, lose
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Stronger than you know
At the stroke of midnight, when the devil calls, spread your wings and fly.
When death is knocking at your door trying to sell you lies, lock your door and stay inside.
If a virus comes to bring you sorrow, lose yourself in the beauty of life.
When you are left with nothing but a singed heart, do not sell your soul, mask your terror and show your strength.
You are the epitome of life, love, and glory.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Stine Writing 
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So beautifully penned. A little reminder now and then that we’re bigger than this situation and ought to be is always welcome!
Hope you’re doing well 🙂
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Thank you Anya, stay well also!
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The beauty that you free amongst the placement of plain words. Thank you
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If a virus comes to bring you sorrow, lose yourself in the beauty of life. – oh yes! this is so well said!
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Thank you Gina!
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