The sun glistens
summer better be over
tired of burning
burning up and floating
away into the sky.
If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
The sun glistens
summer better be over
tired of burning
burning up and floating
away into the sky.
If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina