picture poem #174
time's fire
and floating lights
the tingling curves
beyond anything
each particular touch
you never keep for long
and floating lights
the tingling curves
beyond anything
each particular touch
you never keep for long
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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