
Shattered mirrors
become digital filters
minds that return
to the glorious
days, the rooms filled
in coded landscapes.
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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

Shattered mirrors
become digital filters
minds that return
to the glorious
days, the rooms filled
in coded landscapes.
Thank you for reading! Please follow to read more poems!
-Alina