Picture Poem #194 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Picture Poem #194 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Time clouds
go with life

and the stars
in sight

longing to touch
the fire
of to-night lights

Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,fire,longing
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