
The nights twist and turn
under the heartless moon
crisp and the color of cream,
a soul reimagining the world
under the cover of the night sky.
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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 nights twist and turn
under the heartless moon
crisp and the color of cream,
a soul reimagining the world
under the cover of the night sky.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina