picture poem #165
around each talk
a turning thought is born
with a world
sharing the morning
to be
conceived
by surrounded life
a turning thought is born
with a world
sharing the morning
to be
conceived
by surrounded life
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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