
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

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

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