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#CoronaVirus
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors,
Seems like silence is resonating,
And hearts are wrenching,
Deep down is a hole,
Maybe a blackhole.
Imbibing is worries about the humans.
Burying them was not able
So they let them burn in deep scorching coals.
Springs shredded to tears,
And summers went to hell.
Autumns bear the witness how we lost our shell.
Winters arrived with a note of pity
and seasons turn around the face.
At last!
We were awarded our fates!

-sidrat 🍂 ©