The sun buries the night,
smothering it into the hills,
heartache on the soul, encounter
of a soul alive in the darkness.
Writer in San Francisco, CA
The sun buries the night,
smothering it into the hills,
heartache on the soul, encounter
of a soul alive in the darkness.
clear the pathway for me
a shimmering line of silver
lead me on, lead me on your
midnight river, to glories end.
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-Alina
inward into
the sunlight
drifting, reflected
among broken glass
and oil.
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-Alina