
Hounds crawling up
through the dirt, from
firey depths below,
snarls and howls
pierce the midnight air.
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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

Hounds crawling up
through the dirt, from
firey depths below,
snarls and howls
pierce the midnight air.
Thank you for reading, please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina