In the underground, where shadows reside,
A world beneath, where secrets hide.
Concrete veins and iron bones,
Whispering tales in muted tones.
Neon flickers, a ghostly light,
Guiding lost souls through the night.
Graffiti walls, stories untold,
Of rebels and dreamers, fierce and bold.
Echoes of footsteps, a haunting beat,
In the labyrinth of the city's heartbeat.
Voices merge, a cacophony of sound,
In this hidden realm, where dreams are found.
Through tunnels dark, a fleeting glance.
In the underground, life's pulse is strong,
A hidden world, where we all belong.
In the silent night, breaking day.
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Isra
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Comments (2)
“A hidden world, where we all belong“, wonderful, most like this line, love your poems!
So spooky and mysterious! Loved the vibe of this.