The candle flame flickers from a draft
on a dark and stormy night,
the floorboards creak with every step
as I move about the old house.
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Helo David, , In the old house always feel breath of phantoms...
'smile at my imagination
as I lay there with the cat upon the bed.'
Also this passage has added especial grace to the poem..
Best wishes,
Tsira
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Helo David, , In the old house always feel breath of phantoms... 'smile at my imagination as I lay there with the cat upon the bed.' Also this passage has added especial grace to the poem.. Best wishes, Tsira