picture poem #168
broken words
spoken
to unsteadily heart
dainty sun
into soft morning
touching prayers
after a night
spoken
to unsteadily heart
dainty sun
into soft morning
touching prayers
after a night
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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