Lekhny composition -24-Jan-2024
Our little ghost
In the realm where shadows softly tread,
Our little ghost, a wisp of ethereal thread.
A phantom friend, in moonlit attire,
Dances through the night, a spectral choir.
With whispers woven in the night air,
A tale unfolds of a ghost so rare.
A spirit small, yet filled with grace,
Haunting our hearts in a spectral embrace.
Beneath the crescent moon's pale glow,
Our little ghost weaves a spectral show.
Through corridors of time, it drifts and glides,
A phantom companion that in silence abides.
In the attic of memories, where cobwebs cling,
Through forgotten corners and secret spaces,
Our little ghost leaves spectral traces.
A guardian spirit, unseen but near,
Whispering solace in moments of fear.
With eyes like orbs, reflecting starlight's gleam,
Our little ghost floats in a spectral dream.
It tiptoes through the tapestry of night,
A phantom presence, a delicate sprite.
In the attic of echoes, where memories reside,
Our little ghost in shadows does confide.
A companion unseen, a timeless host,
In the quiet moments, we cherish our little ghost.
Mohammed urooj khan
30-Jan-2024 01:04 PM
👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾
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Reena yadav
25-Jan-2024 08:18 AM
👍👍
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