Waiting, drifting. The sky
falls, pressed up close
against the earth. Wondering
if it tastes sweet or bitter.
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
Waiting, drifting. The sky
falls, pressed up close
against the earth. Wondering
if it tastes sweet or bitter.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina