Holding onto the words
spoken and dreaming
in the quiet night
of the world, falling
into an abyss of
forgotten memories.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Holding onto the words
spoken and dreaming
in the quiet night
of the world, falling
into an abyss of
forgotten memories.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina