The Ghost Poem by saad iqbal

The Ghost



When i look outside
I see someone waving at me
its amazingly dark
So its hard to see

Its giving me a glare
Its giving me a shout
I never knew, what it was about

The ghost flew up, it looked at me
After that i was history...

Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: giving,history
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