picture poem #315
the magic away
and around touched faded look
with growing dust
loss of all young
to somehow empty sparkle
life older
and around touched faded look
with growing dust
loss of all young
to somehow empty sparkle
life older
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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