Sun setting in the mountains
a blood landscape is born
on the crags and hills
the highest trees are bathed
in light while the eyes
below only see
glowing red.
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
Sun setting in the mountains
a blood landscape is born
on the crags and hills
the highest trees are bathed
in light while the eyes
below only see
glowing red.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina