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

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
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