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

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