
Ghosts in visions
and mysteries invasion
are only eyes
in the past looking
forward to the living.
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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

Ghosts in visions
and mysteries invasion
are only eyes
in the past looking
forward to the living.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina