
Eyes dreaming, softly
wakened by the sound
of murmuring footsteps
in hallways, passing
dreams into doorways.
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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

Eyes dreaming, softly
wakened by the sound
of murmuring footsteps
in hallways, passing
dreams into doorways.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina