A molten sky Weaves autumn dreams Where shadows rest

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

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

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

My velvet dreams/Fading/Yet alive.

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

'Medium' article by Alexandre Lores

Interview by Yuliana Arles

Interview by The Flux Review Magazine

Phoebe Journal, USA, 2021