Riming Haiku #183 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Riming Haiku #183 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Water waves move on,
soon all the ripples are gone
- summer flowers grown.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,summer,water
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