Woven threads, drinking light from
a cracked window. Shaded dreams
lay in the cool room, waiting
to be remembered.
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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
Woven threads, drinking light from
a cracked window. Shaded dreams
lay in the cool room, waiting
to be remembered.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina