
Endless nights scatter
dreams and sleeping
bodies across the valley
into landscapes of
old Gods and ghostly
voices, here they lay
forever.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees

Endless nights scatter
dreams and sleeping
bodies across the valley
into landscapes of
old Gods and ghostly
voices, here they lay
forever.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina