The sun throbs
a warm pulse
that is blocked
by the grey fog
dense and cold
enveloping the
city. A radiant
orb, in the
distance
looking
like
some
one
I
used
to
know.
Thank you for reading my work! 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 throbs
a warm pulse
that is blocked
by the grey fog
dense and cold
enveloping the
city. A radiant
orb, in the
distance
looking
like
some
one
I
used
to
know.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina