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
- Crossroads
I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness