Picture Poem #172 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Picture Poem #172 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Reflected heights
remembered

the empty glass flaxen
withholding
hope's spirit

like golden sunshine
in tinted azure sky

Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: sunshine
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