
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

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

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