picture poem #149
lives listening ear
in line
to meet the night
music from the breast
pulsing for a while
sailing through sky
in line
to meet the night
music from the breast
pulsing for a while
sailing through sky
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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