The sound collector

A stranger called this morning

Dressed in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The ringing of a bell

The twisting of a door

The chatting of the children

The  stomping on the floor.

 

The scrunching on the flipchart

The banging of a chair

The humming of the computer

The screeching on a stair.

 

A stranger called this morning

He didn’t leave his name

Left us only silence

Life will never be the same.

 

By Abdulaziz

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