The words of the past
become true only
in the present.
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-Alina
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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 words of the past
become true only
in the present.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina
I WILL BE DOING A POETRY READING TODAY AT THE UTAH ARTS FESTIVAL!