
Broken eyes look clean
holding images in eyelids,
falling into iris thoughts
dark and endless.
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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

Broken eyes look clean
holding images in eyelids,
falling into iris thoughts
dark and endless.
Thank you for reading! I hope you return in the future! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina