picture poem #197
morning sun rises
like highway's afternoon
day fades to sleep
late up and slowly
through open
road way veins
like highway's afternoon
day fades to sleep
late up and slowly
through open
road way veins
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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