Treasure Island

Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #162 (From, This is my Wasteland)


Ocean prowling
as mist on orange beaches

emerald water waves
darting and kissing
falling shadows

remembering
the darkest d-day

Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Edited: Friday, March 04, 2011

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