picture poem #12
the seagull's sounds
across the bay
with stirring
sweeping wings
you'll hear again
on long evenings
somewhere
across the bay
with stirring
sweeping wings
you'll hear again
on long evenings
somewhere
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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