The Street
The street is quiet
As it is seem..
But louder what you can't see.
The ghosts wander and the souls wander, searching for the places and reasons of their murders.
Its unfortunate that they died but after they were killed some strange power took their place.
The silence is before they give you to devil and the noises that which you can't hear is from hell
That's call you with its knell.
Copyright © Yashee Srivastava | Year Posted 2021
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