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

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
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