Riming Haiku #288 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Riming Haiku #288 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Instant clouds above,
and inside cold winter's love
- the black bile octave.

Thursday, May 31, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,winter
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