Poetry

Coral

Beneath the sapphire tide they lie, A quiet garden, soft and sighs, Where coral colonies gently spread, Their branches like delicate lacework threads. Polyps in quiet communion thrive, Each tiny architect, alive, Secreting limestone,

Assay

The Assay In every assay, a question lies— Not just in test tube or in tray, But in the spark when effort tries To turn the grey into daylight. The chemist weighs with

Whole

In the hush of sunrise, the world feels whole, A tapestry woven of sky, stone, and soul. Each breath draws the tide back to the shore, Where fragments of night and day meet

Haunt

In the mist‑draped lane where the old stone walls sigh, A whisper of footsteps lingers—soft, yet insistent— A shade that refuses to part, a memory that will not fade, Haunting the quiet cobbles

Nervy

Nervy, she steps onto the stage, Heart a drum, a restless pulse, Yet every glance she throws is bold, A spark that cracks the quiet hush. In the hush of curtains, fear

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