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

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