It rang twice. She answered the phone.
Someone asked her, 'What's your name? '
The voice sounded sad and alone.
She hung up, thinking it a game.
It rang again. She answered slow.
An operator asked her who
Had called her just moments ago.
She said she didn't have a clue.
The operator said, 'That's fine.'
But, there was something strange about
A call coming from a dead line.
Repairmen went to check it out.
They found the line where it was downed.
Beneath the cemetery ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a nice expression! Thanks for sharing!