
Sun mismanaged
moves in spirals
perfectly out of tune
with the light and
the torment of
the world looking on.
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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

Sun mismanaged
moves in spirals
perfectly out of tune
with the light and
the torment of
the world looking on.
Thank you for reading my work! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina