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

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