The body
soul
entrance
to an exit
the words
that
plague
the mind
the images
that dance
before
the
eyes.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

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
The body
soul
entrance
to an exit
the words
that
plague
the mind
the images
that dance
before
the
eyes.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina