Alectozere
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
Poetry | 2019-06-27 | The stars have abandonned us |
Poetry (Reflective) | 2019-06-27 | In the end night continues and Nature is Queen |
Poetry (Personal) | 2019-07-01 | Winter night sky of a black ink |