
Dreaming wakeful, alive
and holding you, clinging to
every last piece before
it slips away into the
unconsciousness.
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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

Dreaming wakeful, alive
and holding you, clinging to
every last piece before
it slips away into the
unconsciousness.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina