
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

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees

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