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

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