
The world calls out
in waves of blue water
and bird chirps. Trying
to fit myself somewhere
in between the earth
and water.
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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

The world calls out
in waves of blue water
and bird chirps. Trying
to fit myself somewhere
in between the earth
and water.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina