
Drifting and dreaming
in the cold night. Against
the moonlight, chrome and
smoke, eyes lulled by
intoxicants. Drifting
and dreaming.
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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

Drifting and dreaming
in the cold night. Against
the moonlight, chrome and
smoke, eyes lulled by
intoxicants. Drifting
and dreaming.
Thank you for reading, please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina