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

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