
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

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

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