
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

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

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