Hearts that move
in circular dances
play softly with
each other when
the lights go low.
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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
Hearts that move
in circular dances
play softly with
each other when
the lights go low.
Thank you for reading my work! Please follow or subscribe to read more of my poems!
-Alina