
The nights twist and turn
under the heartless moon
crisp and the color of cream,
a soul reimagining the world
under the cover of the night sky.
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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

The nights twist and turn
under the heartless moon
crisp and the color of cream,
a soul reimagining the world
under the cover of the night sky.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina