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Haunted Houses. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)

Rating: 2.9

All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.

We meet them at the doorway, on the stair,
Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
A sense of something moving to and fro.

There are more guests at table, than the hosts
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 27 February 2015

Not beautiful in my opinion, but interesting enough. Certainly deserves more than the 5.8 rating given by the 53 voters so far.

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Kenneth Maswabi 27 February 2015

A beautiful poem indeed. I love it.Thank you.

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 27 February 2015

from the world of spirits there descends A bridge of light, thank you

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