Ghosts Of The Past Poem by Naveed Akram

Ghosts Of The Past



Ghosts of a past are upstairs,
Hiding in the shadows of mystery,
In the really dark corners
Where we as children stir and craze
Over the burden of our coming years
In this haunted residence that I call my sweet mansion.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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