Holding down the sinking sun,
clouds clean and clump the
crimson reds together pressing
them against the dark blue sea.
Wandering Skies (poem #298)
Wandering skies pleasantly lift and
fluff clouds that whisp and float
like sails in the wind. Candy floss
thick and inking pink as the sun
licks the softness disappearing
into the horizon.
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-Alina
Sinking Low, Belly Up (poem #297)
Sinking low, belly up
the body bloated crimson and gold
the sun rests on the waves of the ocean,
only to be swallowed up as the stars
begin to brighten and shine above
in the growing darkness.
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-Alina
Voices (poem #296)
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 (poem #295)
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