
Sun moves over
the hills, opening
the valley below.
The light cascading
shifting through
the trees.
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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

Sun moves over
the hills, opening
the valley below.
The light cascading
shifting through
the trees.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina