Hearts that move
in circular dances
play softly with
each other when
the lights go low.
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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
Hearts that move
in circular dances
play softly with
each other when
the lights go low.
Thank you for reading my work! Please follow or subscribe to read more of my poems!
-Alina