The dead speaks when night black

Creeping people with fear

Wanting to come back

To be with their Beloved

Them ,The one who still care

To have again the life they lived

You can feel them ,Their presence

Dead,But still here and near

With alive essence

Their dreams broken,

No more smiles & no tear

Alone,On their  own land feeling foreign

Reminiscing their past lived years

Surrounded by their dear

And thus the Dead leer 

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