Night blossoms, golden
stars spin in fire and
eyes linger gazing upwards
sinking into the moon.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Persephone
She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees