The body that pulls us down
gravity and bones
keeping the soul fixed
on this decaying, pollution
blue ball world.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
The body that pulls us down
gravity and bones
keeping the soul fixed
on this decaying, pollution
blue ball world.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina