Liquid Stones Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Liquid Stones



Awakening close to midnight, beating rhythms taking steps
down the long evening.

Walking into flightly tunnels, wanting to be found in a
caprice of novelty.

Wooden floors taking a beating as everyone stomps upon
the dance floor, keeping time with the notes of tomorrow,
set in liquid stones.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: dance
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