The curious echo(a perversion)

The hall that begged sunlight.
The fine dust that collected on balarinas feet.
The strips of tape along the wooden floor.
The stage where town plays would kick off and entertain the twohundred semicultured smalltown frowners.
The curious echo that would go a fair distance.
My concentration camp nightmares, the empty gymnasiam.
The way the music played and those sweet girl´s legs swayed.
I can almost see the present day in it.
From the shady carpark perverts unpack.
The curious echo in their voices had freedom as they left excited lips.
The curious echo that called the passerby to come closer.
That big hall where the young learn their hobbies and the old exalt themselves with the smirk that tells you "I´ll show ya"!