
Eyes in the shadows gleam
watching the moving figures
come in and out of the building,
the sun blinding, waiting
for an opportunity.
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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

Eyes in the shadows gleam
watching the moving figures
come in and out of the building,
the sun blinding, waiting
for an opportunity.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina