
Wondering if the
sky burns blue
with love or fear
or rage.
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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

Wondering if the
sky burns blue
with love or fear
or rage.
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-Alina