Sun setting in the mountains
a blood landscape is born
on the crags and hills
the highest trees are bathed
in light while the eyes
below only see
glowing red.
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
Sun setting in the mountains
a blood landscape is born
on the crags and hills
the highest trees are bathed
in light while the eyes
below only see
glowing red.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina