A triad of haikus.
Every home has ghosts,
Most of them tend to tango
With mother's hearts.
Many people think
Tales of fright are meant to daunt
But spectres speak sweet.
Through souls they horde you,
On memories they subsist:
But ghosts live like priests.
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Diurnal Musings(NaPoWriMo 2016 Anthology)
PoetryA collection of poems on simple, daily experiences, emotions and moods. Poet blog: MotleyMarginalia.WordPress.com
