Writer in San Francisco, CA
A fine china cup,
only a few centuries old,
sits and waits for a drinker
or some tea. Dust gathers,
and time begins to erode,
the neglected fine china cup
chips, and cracks begin chiseling
its body. Empty of tea, and no
drinker in sight.
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-Alina
A sunshine eye, opens
wide, bringing shattering
smackles of light, breaking
through the darkness and
lifting spirits high.
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-Alina
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Hot heat rising,
sweat boiling, blood, flesh, bone
on pavement, wreckage
of twisted metal and plastic.
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-Alina
The sun moves, across a bitter front
of steel, snow and isolation. It does little
to warm and melt the hard life of the
men, women, and children.
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-Alina
The dreams of the night,
the soul alive in the heart
there are too many spaces
to occupy and not enough
minds.
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-Alina