A molten sky Weaves autumn dreams Where shadows rest

When my wounds still whisper of the pain long gone, how do I rise above the hurt?

A shroud of fog/In a restless haze/Echoes remain/From a long-lost dream.

A fragment of a song Half-sung, A void Claiming the soul.

Each falling leaf is a quiet song A rustling tale of what has been... The sunset hums, Soft, then cold!

My velvet dreams/Fading/Yet alive.

'Medium' article by Alexandre Lores

Interview by Yuliana Arles

Interview by The Flux Review Magazine

Phoebe Journal, USA, 2021