
Wandering voices
softly land on ears,
sinking deep until
penetrating the mind,
the dreams of children,
inspiring disturbing
fantasies of loss and death.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Wandering voices
softly land on ears,
sinking deep until
penetrating the mind,
the dreams of children,
inspiring disturbing
fantasies of loss and death.
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-Alina
Endless nights scatter
dreams and sleeping
bodies across the valley
into landscapes of
old Gods and ghostly
voices, here they lay
forever.
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-Alina
The sun beats down
on the golden hills of summer
the air is crisp and waiting
for the cold brush of fall.
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-Alina
Underwater, thoughts
crest and peel over blue
waves, frothed and demented
light enters water.
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-Alina
Quietly eyes skim
the crowd, searching
for familiar faces
in a foreign land.
There are no eyes that
meet, no expressions of
recognition, alone in
the mass, searching for
people lost in the past.
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-Alina