There is something haunted
about an abandoned schoolyard.
Distant shouts and cries
echo faintly in the ears;
the ringing voices of countless
boisterous children at play.
Cavorting figures flit around
the periphery of the eye's vision.
Sudden shadows appear to glide
past broken and grimy windows -
indistinct ghosts that one
cannot quite catch in the act.
Standing all alone,
surrounded by memories.
There is something haunted
about an abandoned schoolyard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem