The vinyl spun,
She swayed to the noise,
It was quite,
The noise was a rumbling,
The ground vibrated with it,
She swayed listening to the dancing,
Her hands clanked with the sway of her body,
They were dancing in the other room,
They wanted her to dance,
She only swayed,
The vinyl stopped spinning
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Rambling
PoetryThere is definitely a story here if you can see it but it's mostly for me.
