Eyes linger on forms misshapen
clouds covering and swallow
a city, a person. Recognize the image,
look harder.
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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
Eyes linger on forms misshapen
clouds covering and swallow
a city, a person. Recognize the image,
look harder.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
Want more? Check me out on Patreon!
-Alina