Once at midnight I wandered through the nature
Deep silence keep everywhere
Number of stars sparkling in the sky
They are murmering something
A wind passess with a glimpse of florence
Mind is still with cool of night
After a while I met a shadowy figure
Flowing like a bird
Felt a bad vibe
I was so afraid that I could not force words out of my mouth.
She was a ghost of someone
With full of admiration I
Whispered like me a living ghost!
Neverthlessshe was a corpse
Then talking to me without language
Few years ago a reporter of a Newspaper
And a daughter, good social worker too
So cute and petty of parents
Loves flowers butterflies and music
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I would like to translate this poem
Mind is still with cool of night After a while I met a shadowy figure Flowing like a bird Ghosts whispering to you without words........ fine imagination or truth..... sometimes i do believe that the bygone hope and reasons of poeople who died come and they want to converse with us......... so dont be afraid if u ever find another ghost.....thank u. tony