It was an old house that we searched
For a young girl who had been missed
So we went down to the basement area
We searched by torchlight as it was even scarier
And I swept the torchlight around
A shadow the shape of a person walked down
As we went quickly to the place then
Where we did not find anything in the end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ghosts are seen in C.C.T.V.camera. You saw the shape of a person was ghost. Beautifully inscribed on ghosts. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks.