Words lift and mount
emotions, riding bucking
and fighting them
barely able to hold on
to the meaning behind
the sounds.
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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
Words lift and mount
emotions, riding bucking
and fighting them
barely able to hold on
to the meaning behind
the sounds.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe.
Want more? Check me out on Patreon!
-Alina