
Lined lines, lies lying
liar, lay, down limping.
Holding held, hard
mind hindsight, waiting.
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-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

Lined lines, lies lying
liar, lay, down limping.
Holding held, hard
mind hindsight, waiting.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina