
The world calls out
in waves of blue water
and bird chirps. Trying
to fit myself somewhere
in between the earth
and water.
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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

The world calls out
in waves of blue water
and bird chirps. Trying
to fit myself somewhere
in between the earth
and water.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina