
Looking into the darkness
dreams wander in the foreground
playing like butterflies in a field.
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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

Looking into the darkness
dreams wander in the foreground
playing like butterflies in a field.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina