
Itching words
under the surface
under the mind and there
where the eyes glow.
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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

Itching words
under the surface
under the mind and there
where the eyes glow.
Thank you for reading! Please subscribe or follow to read more poems!
-Alina