
Beat the wind
blow fast and cool,
marching clouds scatter on
sky opens and closes
to the rhythm of the sun.
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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

Beat the wind
blow fast and cool,
marching clouds scatter on
sky opens and closes
to the rhythm of the sun.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina