picture poem #3
perfect gold
of dismayed conscience
the world is asleep
no valor desire
or
confessing riddles
climb to be
of dismayed conscience
the world is asleep
no valor desire
or
confessing riddles
climb to be
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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