Cold air
brushes through
your hair. A scent
lifted into the air
as the wind
gathers your
thoughts
and whisks
them away.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Cold air
brushes through
your hair. A scent
lifted into the air
as the wind
gathers your
thoughts
and whisks
them away.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina