As the sound of a
dance song, spins
days by the fear of
a soundless virus,
played by Corona.
On stage behind
chorus line, waiting
the virus to dance
through your body,
down to the floor…
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-11-19
⏮⏹▶️⏸⏭ Corona
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As the sound of a
dance song, spins
days by the fear of
a soundless virus,
played by Corona.
On stage behind
chorus line, waiting
the virus to dance
through your body,
down to the floor…
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-11-19
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