Saved By The Bell

Silence in the classroom,
Concentration in the air.

Waiting anxiously for the hands of time,
To end it all.

Then there it was,
Echoing through the belly of the building.
A sudden rush of packaging takes place,
Rapidly tables clear,
A river of blue leaves the room,
Trickling quickly to another destination.

by Enirehtac Cadante

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A river of blue leaves the room, Trickling quickly to another destination My dear Enire nice to keep writing