
Wrap your arms around me,
wind and wind the thread
around your finger, tighter still
tighter now. I can hear the wind
raging outside, beating against
my window.
Thank you for reading!
-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

Wrap your arms around me,
wind and wind the thread
around your finger, tighter still
tighter now. I can hear the wind
raging outside, beating against
my window.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina