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Death

Hung-Hung LiHung-Hung Li

 

A ghostly figure dressed in black.

Aloof from human sight.

Surrounds the world in starless nights.

And finds lost souls in flight.

This haiku was written when I was in high school. I was always a bit on the morbid side, dwelling on life and death issues.

Hung-Hung Li, MHS ’82

 

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