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Poem #165 (In a Desolate Land)

Body rolls under the currents

the mind is destroyed by the sun

as it blares, the heat searing.

A wind that picks up and carries

me off into the distance.

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

-Alina

Blossoming light

carried the wind

through the backyard

through the house

lifting my spirits.

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

-Alina

The words climb up into

the mouth and spill out

between the lips. I see myself

reflected in the sounds they make

rubbing against your face.

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

-Alina

Books and papers litter the floor

there is a sun stream coming in through the window

illuminating the wreckage in my room.

Newspapers, books, papers, scribbled words on scraps

I live in this mess of words, their sounds echoing

through me and my writing.

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The skin tight around the bones

Holding the body together like the

Vacuum of space, the universe, the

solar system. The body, the earth

forever spinning through infinite.

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

-Alina