The golden sun that rests its body on the mountain crest, a land, a place to be lived, to die on. How often do the clouds cover and hide the illuminating sun. Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
Category: Poetry
Free Hand #109 (Words on words)
words that rumble and bumble out of mouths that twist into a center a face a spectacle of horror. Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina
Free Hand #108 (What The Eyes See)
the hell inside the heart pressed up against the glass for all eyes to see only darkness Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina
Free Hand #107
A quiet thought That rumbles like thunder Beneath the surface of a face Thar ripples solemn expressions. Thank you for reading my writing ! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina
Free Hand #106 (The Mindless)
The eyes that look mouths that speak there are no minds behind them. Thank you for reading my work~! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina