
Days falling away into memories
faded and fuzzed around the edges
burned up and ready to be recalled
or thrown out with the morning trash.
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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