picture poem #10
from a soft wing
with sounds
of a tripping heart
morning child
these softly tones
sung into my bedroom
upstairs
with sounds
of a tripping heart
morning child
these softly tones
sung into my bedroom
upstairs
Another title: This is my Wasteland. A compilation of some my picture poems, riming haikus and haikus. The numbers are irrelevant.
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