Spinning stars overhead
dreams that lick the heart
and suffocate within ribcages
a light in the darkness
an echo of whisper
inaudible.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Spinning stars overhead
dreams that lick the heart
and suffocate within ribcages
a light in the darkness
an echo of whisper
inaudible.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! Please follow to read more poems!
-Alina