picture poem #215
remember
ephemeral deep
captured from dark
scent of morning
from a tied past
nowhere age
hidden in the streets
ephemeral deep
captured from dark
scent of morning
from a tied past
nowhere age
hidden in the streets
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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