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On this breezy October morn, I walk
in the swift shadows of cloud-cursing rooks,
watching the world wake on the horizon.
All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
We meet them at the doorway, on the stair,
Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
A sense of something moving to and fro.
Hello guys, my name's Nicola, I'm from Italy and I've just joined this forum. Hope we could share many interesting thoughts here! Anyway I'm sure we'll get to know each other better in the next days.
Have a nice day!
P.S. You can call me Nick, btw.