
boiling eyes
look, drifting to
other streets
in new cities.
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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

boiling eyes
look, drifting to
other streets
in new cities.
Thank you for reading my work! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina