picture poem #245
remember the hills
where light of day
is clear
in dream blue
free earth
touched
with streams of air
where light of day
is clear
in dream blue
free earth
touched
with streams of air
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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