Category: Poetry

Sun lifted high into the sky

warms the bodies below,

little cities come to life

as the earth rotates

switching from light

to dark, light to dark

for millions of years.

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Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina

The air is frigid and clings to me

with a biting mouth on my entire body.

My coat is too thin and my hat is not

my good hat, it is my spare. My scarf

dangles in the wind, its worn out

threads falling, trailing behind me

giving me little to no warmth.

I am cold. I am

cold.

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Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina

Paper lined and placed

on top of the desk

it flutters in the breeze

of an open window.

Empty and wordless

it waits to be written

on or to return to the

ground where it came.

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Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina

Sky thick with smoke

a flame burns somewhere

traveling up into the air

and away into another land.

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Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina

Sun trickles through the blinds

leaving hot stripes across

the carpet floor. Wandering

my feet find warmth in the

patterns of sunlight on the floor.

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Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina