Flower rise up and
touch the sun, swallowed
petals into the core,
I’ll only bloom in the
moonlight.
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
Flower rise up and
touch the sun, swallowed
petals into the core,
I’ll only bloom in the
moonlight.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina