Holding onto the words
spoken and dreaming
in the quiet night
of the world, falling
into an abyss of
forgotten memories.
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
Holding onto the words
spoken and dreaming
in the quiet night
of the world, falling
into an abyss of
forgotten memories.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina