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Haunted House


The house is in my neighborhood The next to mine in second lane I wish that you come in with me I'm on way , thou leave the train It was the house of mirth and Glee The lawns were full of morning blooms The children played and sang so free In scented breeze and scented rooms It was all in the far off past Now all they in the graveyard dwell The people of the past all say That they were killed by ancient well In night of waning moon in storm When there was ringing misty bell Since centuries their all doors are shut But in the night of waning moon The doors all open with a burst And roams in lawn the horrid Doom In whistling wind in ringing bells They laugh and play and sing in Glee The candles shine in midst of storm The water of the well run free O I think thou can not this see May that thou stood in midst of awe Thou continue thy journey on For it is all the nature's law
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Sabahat

English lecturer belongs from a Hamlet nearby Narowal. In love with beauty of nature and all that is linked with Lord, truth and nature_ a votary of nature and it's unending musical symphony

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