
Endless nights scatter
dreams and sleeping
bodies across the valley
into landscapes of
old Gods and ghostly
voices, here they lay
forever.
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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

Endless nights scatter
dreams and sleeping
bodies across the valley
into landscapes of
old Gods and ghostly
voices, here they lay
forever.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina