Paper lined and placed
on top of the desk
it flutters in the breeze
of an open window.
Empty and wordless
it waits to be written
on or to return to the
ground where it came.
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
Paper lined and placed
on top of the desk
it flutters in the breeze
of an open window.
Empty and wordless
it waits to be written
on or to return to the
ground where it came.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina