potery by Fatima

Date: 23rd Jan 2018 @ 11:25am

A Robert called this morning

dressed all in white and grey

put every sound into a bag

and carried them away

the ticking of a clock

the noise you make when you stair at the sun

the noise it makes when you turn a lock

a noise you make eat a bun

a stranger called this morning

he dinnt leave his name

left us only silence

life will never be the same

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