picture poem #139
suffering phobias
of bruised egos
the future is lost
in hopes for ourselves
day like convert
of harbored light
of bruised egos
the future is lost
in hopes for ourselves
day like convert
of harbored light
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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