Peter S. Quinn

Picture Poem #198 (From, This Is My Wasteland) - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The cold
caresses the room

in frail and soft

silver pink red
yellow flowers

overflowing the pots

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, March 4, 2011

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