Riming Haiku #102 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Riming Haiku #102 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Where the wild heart is,
through the lonely winter bliss
- summer days we miss.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: haiku,lonely,summer,winter
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