
The night opens,
a flower petal falls.
There are only enough
birds to fill the 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 night opens,
a flower petal falls.
There are only enough
birds to fill the sky.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more of my poems!
-Alina