picture poem #212
morning fresh
with sound of rustle wind
at the treetops
blowing sunset leaves
tomorrow's
a hunter of dream
with sound of rustle wind
at the treetops
blowing sunset leaves
tomorrow's
a hunter of dream
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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