Riming Haiku #91 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Riming Haiku #91 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



A day becomes old,
our future is all blindfold
- streams of warm and cold.

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