The Exam

The crisp leaves on the trees rustle

From a long way off

As I sit in the cold silence

Of the exam hall

Waiting for my paper,

The exam should’ve started five minutes

Ago but everyone took too long to sit down,

And the papers had disappeared,

As I was given my paper,

A call of humming bird in the field

Sounded and emanated throughout the Hall,

I should stop writing,

I want to pass this paper.

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