Alectozere

Seeing the stars, words come to me.
More than branches in a tree, less than droplets in the sea.

I'm trapped, cornered by rhymes.
They won't let me go until I write the lines.

This is why you, yes you, stranger.
This is why you find me here, and can read my lines sometimes sinister.

Alectozere's Works

Other	2019-09-27	Rift to the mind's living room
Other (Reflective)	2019-11-18	Fresh eye
Other (Reflective)	2021-11-29	One last glance

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