The sun throbs
a warm pulse
that is blocked
by the grey fog
dense and cold
enveloping the
city. A radiant
orb, in the
distance
looking
like
some
one
I
used
to
know.
Thank you for reading my work! 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 sun throbs
a warm pulse
that is blocked
by the grey fog
dense and cold
enveloping the
city. A radiant
orb, in the
distance
looking
like
some
one
I
used
to
know.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina