Treasure Island

Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #91 (From, This Is My Wasteland)


A day becomes old,
our future is all blindfold
- streams of warm and cold.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Edited: Thursday, March 03, 2011

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