Every year on the day of their death,
They haunted the streets,
They follow the motions of your breath.
And your pulse how they follow the beats.
They are not a duo you would want to meet.
Go on about and continue your walk
If they stop you, do not talk.
They can feel your fears,
Your breathing they can hear.
Never look them straight in the eyes,
They will make you cry.
The one thing that they are afraid of is smoke.
When fire turns to ashes, smoke arises and they begin to choke.
They will not follow you again if smoke arises .
There body will disappear, it's something they dispice.
Walk down the street with a candle in the wind.
Oh how this is such a sin,
Never blow it out because your giving them.a reason to react.
Just don't look their way and they will disappear, that's a fact.
©terrylin53
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