Boxed up, put away
out of your line of vision
easily forgetting what was
hidden from view and why,
a lingering shadow waits for
the moment to come alive.
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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
Boxed up, put away
out of your line of vision
easily forgetting what was
hidden from view and why,
a lingering shadow waits for
the moment to come alive.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina