Sun glistens, moments
pass, past and passed into
and through the wind.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Sun glistens, moments
pass, past and passed into
and through the wind.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Flower rise up and
touch the sun, swallowed
petals into the core,
I’ll only bloom in the
moonlight.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
A fine china cup,
only a few centuries old,
sits and waits for a drinker
or some tea. Dust gathers,
and time begins to erode,
the neglected fine china cup
chips, and cracks begin chiseling
its body. Empty of tea, and no
drinker in sight.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
The sun moves, across a bitter front
of steel, snow and isolation. It does little
to warm and melt the hard life of the
men, women, and children.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina