The dreams of the night,
the soul alive in the heart
there are too many spaces
to occupy and not enough
minds.
Thank you for reading!
-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 dreams of the night,
the soul alive in the heart
there are too many spaces
to occupy and not enough
minds.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina