
Electric beats
synthetic sounds pulsate
the rhythms of the heart
glitching and spinning in
revolving neon lights.
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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

Electric beats
synthetic sounds pulsate
the rhythms of the heart
glitching and spinning in
revolving neon lights.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina