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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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