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- BY Rahul Gupte
- 06 Jun 2024
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In the stillness of the night, shadows dance and weave,
Among the twisted trees where moonlight scarcely cleaves.
A whisper on the wind, a ghostly, mournful sigh,
Carries tales of sorrow from days long passed by.Eyes that gleam in darkness, unseen but felt so near,
Cold breath upon your neck, ignites the spark of fear.
Echoes of lost souls, their lament a chilling song,
Their presence lingers here, in a world where they belong.........
Among the twisted trees where moonlight scarcely cleaves.
A whisper on the wind, a ghostly, mournful sigh,
Carries tales of sorrow from days long passed by.Eyes that gleam in darkness, unseen but felt so near,
Cold breath upon your neck, ignites the spark of fear.
Echoes of lost souls, their lament a chilling song,
Their presence lingers here, in a world where they belong.........
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