Words pressed
into finely dried flowers,
petals laid flat,
still a bright echo
of their blossoming.
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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 pressed
into finely dried flowers,
petals laid flat,
still a bright echo
of their blossoming.
Thank you for reading!
Want more? Check out my Patreon!
-Alina