Body rolls under the currents
the mind is destroyed by the sun
as it blares, the heat searing.
A wind that picks up and carries
me off into the distance.
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
Body rolls under the currents
the mind is destroyed by the sun
as it blares, the heat searing.
A wind that picks up and carries
me off into the distance.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina