The spectres of those
who once lived long ago
haunt the horizon
and walk until dawn.
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I once had an intuition that they are just as present during daylight hours. Guess sun and moon phases no longer interest them in the great beyond..(smile)
Ghosthunting, David? An appropriate poem for the season of ghosts and gobblins. I wonder if they are actually around all the time, we just can't see them. Nicely done! Linda :)
great poem david ghosts on the horizon 10