A simple haunting in 7-5A Poem by CorsetI could be a winter ghost, haunt the ground you tread lay upon blankets of white be the howl you dread. I could be a springtime ghost with the flowers new lay a ring upon your head thread with ribbons blue. I could be your autumn ghost fall down at your feet dazzle you with reddish hue all the bounty sweet. I could be your summer ghost Indian or not singing all the lovers songs chill you when its hot could be your annual ghost wail from gloomy trees never leave you all alone haunt till you believe. © 2019 CorsetReviews
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