The sun is out
sky blaring blue
whisps of white clouds
trace the sky.
Thank you for reading my work!
-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 sun is out
sky blaring blue
whisps of white clouds
trace the sky.
Thank you for reading my work!
-Alina