Picture Poem #209 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Picture Poem #209 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Young limbs
longing and feeling inside

space into being
dawn growing
to shine

like ample beach
where rounds run

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