Old House

Old House

By emily2u | From the Heart | 10 Feb 2021


Night falls,
Close all doors.
I’m by the fireside,
Listening to noises outside.

This old home,
Made of stone,
Has an eerie history,
Till today, remains a mystery.

It’s said one feels the spirits,
If under the oak tree he sits.
This tale I haven’t verified,
Of ghosts, I’m petrified.

I’ll have to see some proof
Before I make a move.
Presently, I’ll not go,
As the rent is low.

*Photo credit: Arantxa Treva from Pexels

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Malaysian based in Ipoh trying to learn about the cryptocurrency space.


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