Eyes open,
I devour woven dreams
from nights past. Trick of
the light, the world of the
waken is reality.
Eyes closed, I
open my mind,
lives within lives in
woven dreams.
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Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- SF
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