Sun trickles through the blinds
leaving hot stripes across
the carpet floor. Wandering
my feet find warmth in the
patterns of sunlight on the floor.
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 trickles through the blinds
leaving hot stripes across
the carpet floor. Wandering
my feet find warmth in the
patterns of sunlight on the floor.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina