@Musician 14 March 2023

A poem, three months long It was 3 months ago. The New Year was celebrated. Everyone was rejoicing. Everyone was happy. Everyone was cheerful. I was a little scared. Frightened and worried. Slowly people stopped writing. There were no more different ideas. They weren't there to write about themselves. About life, about children. I also stopped for a while. I stopped because I couldn't either. The inspiration hid somewhere. Between me and something unknown. I stopped and started to sum up. Impressions and days. I counted them until two days ago. I don't count anymore. Because we are all here again. We are all writing again. Author: Musician Thanks a lot for reading. Lead image source: unsplash.com