Time pulls and twists
in the infinite space
above us. Watching
the withering bodies
fold into the Earth
to give rise to a
new birth.
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
Time pulls and twists
in the infinite space
above us. Watching
the withering bodies
fold into the Earth
to give rise to a
new birth.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina