Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • rural dirt road intersection in countryside
    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

Blue Sky

Blue sky and white clouds

Crisp Spring air kisses softly 

Time slips by but words

Linger, how many days? Years?

It’s been too long, where are you?

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