Bodies shuffling into space
blown apart, the wind moves
and touches your face.
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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
Bodies shuffling into space
blown apart, the wind moves
and touches your face.
Thank you for reading!
Want more? Check out my Patreon!
-Alina