At last I met a ghost
In a moonlit midnight.
He said he was my host
Invited me that night.
The ghost came very close
With his brown crinkly face,
Hollow eyes and long nose
He breathed with restless grace.
‘Do you know me? ' he asked.
I said in trembling voice,
‘Why can't I know myself? '
Soon the ghost did vanish.
03/04/2021
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