
Hopeful moments
floating away in the
wind. The mind returns
to a time when it didn’t
have to hope.
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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

Hopeful moments
floating away in the
wind. The mind returns
to a time when it didn’t
have to hope.
Thank you for reading! Please follow to read more poems!
-Alina