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
- Persephone
She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees