
Fallen eyes open into broken memories
shattered, crumbling into debris and dust
blown away by wind and years until
there is nothing left but fragments.
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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

Fallen eyes open into broken memories
shattered, crumbling into debris and dust
blown away by wind and years until
there is nothing left but fragments.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina