picture poem #178
the messenger
of cold things
coming white
to dreams at night
the morning growing late
through different day's light
of cold things
coming white
to dreams at night
the morning growing late
through different day's 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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