riming haiku #279
The futures not ours,
We are like seed's wildflowers
- That come sweet-and-sour.
We are like seed's wildflowers
- That come sweet-and-sour.
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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