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
- SF
In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs