#WritcoPoemChallenge
#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,

His head swivelling to the next victims smore,

Despair that clouded the filled wards,

Brimming with people that dangled between worlds,

The restaurants and malls were devoid of activity,

Their halls avoided with precise clarity,

The droplets of disease remained open,

drifting fearlessnly in the widen coven,

delighted at the mundane of life thwarted,

esctatic at the rise of vitcims terminated,

the airports and seaports dimmed their lights,
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