A leaf spins in the wind,
caught and torn, it flutters
to the ground, resting,
it’s green body shimmers
in the light, already beginning
to diminish and die.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA
A leaf spins in the wind,
caught and torn, it flutters
to the ground, resting,
it’s green body shimmers
in the light, already beginning
to diminish and die.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Holding onto the words
spoken and dreaming
in the quiet night
of the world, falling
into an abyss of
forgotten memories.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Golden package,
materials combustible
silvery lining, colors
robust. Describe to
me your contents,
tell me your
artificial lies.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Glass bowl, cracked
filled with false fruit
ornate and clear but
dusty.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina