by allegraosati | | poems
she sits the wax melts the scent bees buzzing endless scrolling finally ends
by allegraosati | | poems
grief is like dust on crumpled paper it percolates into a carafe full of memories then drifts into a morning cup
by allegraosati | | poems
that which breath drew in cannot be so easily expelled our love is a respite for us alone
by allegraosati | | poems
she dozed in the space above her bed the quiet sun gazing her way
by allegraosati | | poems
the pertinent moment drenched in waiting the dictionary definition of her
