Poetry
Thick
Thick In the rain‑slick streets where London’s mists begin The air grows thick, a damp so fine it clings, And every breath tastes of old brick and peat, A liquid curtain, swelling like a
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In a lane of clover, under a clear blue sky, A little bunny prances where the daffodils lie. His ears twitch like flags on a bustling street, And he hums a soft tune,
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Ode to the Dough In the dim kitchen light where the oven's glow watches, I knead the humble earth‑swept mixture, a quiet tale of yeast‑made wishes. Soft and breathing, the dough curls like a sleepy cat
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To Plead In the dim glow of a London street‑lamp, I stand and utter a quiet, earnest plea, A soul uncut, a heart that knows no dam‑t. The night, a silvery mirror to my
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In the workshop’s humming hush, a steel‑clamp grips, Its jaws like loyal sentinels, firm on timber’s lip. Turn the screw, hear the soft sigh of pressure, Binding planks as mates in a quiet
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