Woven threads, drinking light from
a cracked window. Shaded dreams
lay in the cool room, waiting
to be remembered.
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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
Woven threads, drinking light from
a cracked window. Shaded dreams
lay in the cool room, waiting
to be remembered.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina