a golden dream, the air
listless and sweet,
a drifting word,
the mind releases,
a cloud glides
smoothly across
the pale blue
surface of the sky.
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
a golden dream, the air
listless and sweet,
a drifting word,
the mind releases,
a cloud glides
smoothly across
the pale blue
surface of the sky.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina