Sunday 25 March 2012

Traveling, For a long time

Then to the underground where the sound mounds around him.
Blares and scares him, wearing and tearing all around him.
The rush as people hushed bundle around him.
The walking and talking becomes choral around him.
Bones of those old grow weary beside him.
Then to the underground where the sound bounds toward him. 

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