Ghost, by adam greenleaf Subscribe to rss feed for adam greenleaf 

The sun shine's in a empty room,footsteps 
clatter on the wooden floor,they echo within it's four
walls.
music play's somewhere it's tune cannot be found anywhere.
Laughter is heard by children,the room is happy till the sun
goes down.
Posted: 2009-08-16 23:06:48 UTC
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2009-10-01 03:34:16(darkkisses)
Vary nice poem short but sweet :)