picture poem #209
young limbs
longing and feeling inside
space into being
dawn growing
to shine
like ample beach
where rounds run
longing and feeling inside
space into being
dawn growing
to shine
like ample beach
where rounds run
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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