The body
soul
entrance
to an exit
the words
that
plague
the mind
the images
that dance
before
the
eyes.
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
soul
entrance
to an exit
the words
that
plague
the mind
the images
that dance
before
the
eyes.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina