Poems from Allamora
The soft green field with white lines marking the layout.The sunlight peeking through the clouds.The gentle breeze ran its fingers through...
It started with a phone call, just a phone call before the rain.Mom was outside on the phone as if trying to keep a secret.Although I could...
Late at night the door gradually creeks open wearily shedding undesirable light.
The unknowingly mocking scratches on the lifeless cold...
The crystal blue sky sprinkled with fluffy white cotton balls.
The gentle breezy gallup of the wind that loves to tango with the colorful...
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The name I go by and known by is Angel which means messenger of God.
But my real name is Angalena which means messenger or angel.
My name...