Visions alive and spending
free time wondering, where
the world returns to
after swallowed up by gravity
and darkness.
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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
Visions alive and spending
free time wondering, where
the world returns to
after swallowed up by gravity
and darkness.
Thank you for reading!
Want more? Check out my Patreon!
-Alina