A private journal
Alaleh
— poems for the tender hours
A notebook bound in rose and ink, where the days are pressed flat like flowers between pages. Some were written at dawn, some in the small hours — all of them were kept.
Featured · four poems
The Notebook
Pressed between these covers. Turn the pages — drag a page, click a folded corner, or use your arrow keys.
Every poem, kept in order
The Library
The library is empty.
Not one poem yet — the desk is cleared, the ink is uncapped.