Ghosts to Someone
Idle Verse: A Poetry Feature
Ghosts to Someone
There is a house my mind
Likes to visit in my dreams,
Rambling, vast, broken, ancient,
Full of secret places, so it seems.
Many nights I find myself there
Walking the staircase, the hall,
Wandering room to room,
Obeying some unknown call
Which brings me back to walk again
Through this old house which I know …
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