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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,
As the silence is heard from down below.

Tucking kids in at,
Weaping willows turn into fright.

Fellow Friends,
Turn to sudden enemies.
Scared of an alied disease.

Is this a hoax?
Is this real?
What is real?

Time to take shelter,
And stay inside.
Time to hibernate,
Til everything is alright.
© TriciaLynn2018