Spinning stars overhead
dreams that lick the heart
and suffocate within ribcages
a light in the darkness
an echo of whisper
inaudible.
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-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
Spinning stars overhead
dreams that lick the heart
and suffocate within ribcages
a light in the darkness
an echo of whisper
inaudible.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! Please follow to read more poems!
-Alina