Feels like a sad poem but honestly I was in a very good mood while writing this.
Rain falling, times passes on.
We all wash away, down the street,
down the gutter, into the depths
of the Earth.
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Crossroads
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