
Sun mismanaged
moves in spirals
perfectly out of tune
with the light and
the torment of
the world looking on.
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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

Sun mismanaged
moves in spirals
perfectly out of tune
with the light and
the torment of
the world looking on.
Thank you for reading my work! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina