Poetry

Adorn

Upon the looking‑glass’s quiet gleam, She threads the silk of morning’s shy embrace, Each stitch a whisper, each seam a dream, Adorning flesh with time‑worn grace. A ribbon of cerulean, soft as

Gaffe

A slip of tongue, a careless word, A social stumble, softly heard— A gaffe that paints the cheek with red, When thoughts unwittingly are said. We blush, we sigh, we try to

Shady

Shady lanes where sunlight sighs, A veil of amber, soft and low, Where leaves conspire in quiet guise, And shadows stretch their gentle flow. Beneath the boughs the world feels hushed, A cool

Dunce

In a dimly lit classroom of old, A wooden stool stood, cold and bold, Topped with a cap of paper‑white, The mark of a boy deemed “dunce” outright. His cheeks flushed pink

Psych

In the quiet of a clinic’s hushed refrain, A mind unfurls its tangled skein of thought— Where shadows dance with hope, and doubts are slain, And every whisper carries lessons taught. The

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