TotD: Boneyard Stomp (Poem)

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BONEYARD STOMP

By Alexandra Erin

 

When daylight ends

the fun begins.

I go down

underground

and find myself

with skeletons.

The city sleeps

high above

but down below

we laugh and love.

Around and round

beneath the town,

we wheel and whirl

without a sound.

Silent song,

endless dance,

questing looks,

longing glance.

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