
Woven threads
patterns moving
under fingers with
craft and cunning,
created to hold
bodies of blood
for futures to come.
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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

Woven threads
patterns moving
under fingers with
craft and cunning,
created to hold
bodies of blood
for futures to come.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina