I walk through the graveyard on a moonlit night. It is not a horror flick, but a silvery land of surprise.
Multiple faces pop out of graves – some sleeping in serenity, some hanging from a tree, and some brandishing a weapon.
I feel the earth move beneath my feet as my hands explore the chill in the air.
shapes of memories
seeded in lives they once touched
explode beneath graves
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This is haunting, but I can also see how the dead want to be remembered.
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Love your spooky poem.
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This haibun carries a haunting beauty that lingers in the mind long after reading. What makes it especially compelling is the way it transforms the graveyard from a place of fear into a landscape of memory, mystery, and quiet human presence. The moonlit atmosphere feels cinematic, yet deeply introspective.
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well done, Reena, this is so nice, a very beautiful haibun! 🦋🦋💜💜
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