The House Of Ghosts Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

The House Of Ghosts

The house of ghosts
I looked inside this house

For weeks I had been observing this place
a beautiful dome

but whose home?
I cannot tell you who live here

the house is empty
no one is there except.....

except.....
a few ghosts that are chatting,

but even when they are talking
we cannot hear them

since they are ghosts
but they have a home

a very beautiful dome
a few kilometers outside Rome