Move with the waves,
drip down into echo
chambers, singing
of moans
and lovers delights.
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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
Move with the waves,
drip down into echo
chambers, singing
of moans
and lovers delights.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe!
Want more? Check out my Patreon!
-Alina