Monday, November 2, 2015

Underground coal mine

Tour to a world, my own world
Right below my feet, hidden for long
The way, older than me, than my book
Path travelled by many, yet so pristine
Trip so new, newness there in every stride

Feet mine, nerve ours, and blood from every root
Thrill mine, challenge ours, and treasure for every one
Trail mine, trace ours, and prick for planet Earth
Coal mine, energy ours, and light for midnight Sun
Wonder mine, heartbeat ours, and story for every tomorrow

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