Written By M C Yashaswini (Grade 10)
A ghostly figure appears at night,
Quitely moving out of sight,
In the moonlight it softly glides,
Hiding in shadows it silently bides.
You might feel its presence, though it’s unseen,
A haunting feeling like a whisper keen.
Through the walls, it seems to roam,
A spirit which has no home.
They sway in dreams just out of sight,
In spaces where day turns into night,
Like filmy figures in the misty air,
Leaving behind a haunting stare.
In forests where the moon shines bright,
And old hallways from a time out of sight,
Ghosts are like memories, ancient and near,
They seek solace in the light so clear.
But they don’t stay for very long,
Like a brief glimpse of a favourite song,
They come and go with the fading light,
Vanishing quickly, as if taking flight.
A soul that seeks for peace
Wants this life to come to a cease
Unseen, it wanders in the empty space
A gentle soul with a gentle grace.
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