Clouds softly flow
across skies of cerulean
a voice in the distance calling,
and I swear I can make out
words, then I realize
it’s a crow talking.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Clouds softly flow
across skies of cerulean
a voice in the distance calling,
and I swear I can make out
words, then I realize
it’s a crow talking.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina