
Wandering voices
softly land on ears,
sinking deep until
penetrating the mind,
the dreams of children,
inspiring disturbing
fantasies of loss and death.
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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

Wandering voices
softly land on ears,
sinking deep until
penetrating the mind,
the dreams of children,
inspiring disturbing
fantasies of loss and death.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina