The house was half taken by the forest shade
as if it purposely blocked the sun and had a say
A family settles there by the mysterious creek
nights are quiet and days are loud and supernatural
The baby only six months not yet even comprehending
That the lost soul in the shaded house existed neverendingly
Alone the baby sat between two new sofas in calm euphoria
with a pencil a piece of paper and a strange face he was drawing
A baby drawing the crying face of the melancholic phantom
the impossibility spreads across the skin in goosebump fashion
The baby looks up as the page levitates by itself as if to speak
The manifestation of the ghost of harsh hold creek
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