*The Ghost*
''No Footsteps Sound, no Voice is Heard''
In quiet halls where shadows creep,
A ghost stirs softly from its sleep.
Its whisper rides the evening air,
A trace of something once lived there.
A fleeting presence, pale and light,
It drifts between the day and night.
No footsteps sound, no voice is heard,
Yet in the silence, it’s assured.
The ghost, a memory wrapped in time,
A life once held, but couldn’t last.
A specter lost where time divides.
A silent force, a willful chill.
In every echo, it remains—
A ghost’s soft touch, without its chains.
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Abbas
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