
Hollow skies empty
rain onto the earth.
Feet plastered in mud
skin wet and ready
to grow.
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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

Hollow skies empty
rain onto the earth.
Feet plastered in mud
skin wet and ready
to grow.
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-Alina