Million Ghosts
One full scarlet moon ago,
in a region of a million stones
lying there
are spirits of historical past
with many stories to be told
using a portable sun
some wake up
greeting with spooky noises
and gather the others
Opening their books, ears listen carefully
100 year old words come out
of their spiritual breath
every one of those memoirs narrated uniquely
of adventures the deceased went on
as emotions swing, laughs burst, and stories end happily
Time to go back home
and reunite another day
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