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Sep 2010
Noise of the house is creeping,
It keeps me wondering
What’s going on in there
It doesn’t concern me but yet why do I care

Broken paved path
Leading up to the front porch
Broken windows lighted by the fading torch
Shadows looming among homely lawn

The door open ajar
Whoosh came the wind and open the door
The place was dark, and scary as ever.
Creeky floor, haunting theme

Rustling up my feeling
Came a squealing
The ghosts of the house
Ths is too much.

A tap on my shoulder
I screamed out to the skies
The lights were turned on
And together came a SURPIRSE!!
my imaginatoin, how far has it gone. it will grow more
Nazmi Mahamood
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Nazmi Mahamood  Colombo, Sri Lanka
(Colombo, Sri Lanka)   
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