Riming Haiku #197 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Riming Haiku #197 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Wherever you go
distance memories will grow,
- like autumn time's glow.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,memories
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