Riming Haiku #165 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Riming Haiku #165 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



New thoughts comes from old,
for morrows no one can hold
- they can't be foretold.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: old,haiku
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