Nightly Ghost(Haiku,5,7,5)
On a breeezy night,
fresh pumpkins on a doormat,
candy for the ghost
fresh pumpkins on a doormat,
candy for the ghost
Nightly Ghost(Haiku,5,7,5)
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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