Innuendos, darkly the shadows lurk there
Where the pumpkin lanterns now flicker bright flames
Hooded ghosts appear in their sheeted attire.
Kids at the window!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sapphic, you say? hmmmmm We miss the kids at the door Hallowe'en since we are in a condo.
We don't get them either, Wes. It's a long walk down from the village. Pity really. Think computer games have taken over.