
Sky burns blue,
I repeat myself
words become untrue
after each turning
of the sky.
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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

Sky burns blue,
I repeat myself
words become untrue
after each turning
of the sky.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina