Londa cave tombs
the dead crowd out
our room for imagination
Londa cave tombs
over our heads, beside our legs
every nook and corner a coffin or two
Londa is an ancient burial ground in the hill for the aristrocrats. At the cliffs, one can see coffin placed on poles. There are also rotten coffins by the side as we walked up to the main cave. These coffins are so old, some have no covers and you can see piles of bones inside them.
On top of these bones are countless cigarette butts, offered to these dead souls. In the cave tunnel where we walked through, we saw coffins in every nook and corner they could be placed. Skulls look at us in the dark as we lit the cave with our torches. This is definitely not for those who have phobia of eerie places.
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