
Drifting and dreaming
in the cold night. Against
the moonlight, chrome and
smoke, eyes lulled by
intoxicants. Drifting
and dreaming.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs

Drifting and dreaming
in the cold night. Against
the moonlight, chrome and
smoke, eyes lulled by
intoxicants. Drifting
and dreaming.
Thank you for reading, please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina