Poetry

Oddly

Oddly the world tilts on a sideways grin, Where teacups hum and shadows wink within. A sock may wander off to find its mate, While clocks retreat to tea‑time, half past eight.

Taupe

Taupe whispers in the quiet room, A muted blend of grey and brown, It hangs upon the wall like silk, A subtle hue, both calm and mild. It does not shout, nor does it

Quail

In dew‑kissed meadow a covey stirs, their speckled plumage a soft whisper, they dart through heather, quick and shy, a fleeting charm ’neath British sky.

Cease

Cease the restless drumming of the city’s heart, Let the sirens fade into a muted sigh. In the hush between the traffic’s restless art, A quiet breath can linger, soft and shy.

Admin

In the humming heart of the office, Admin stands tall, a quiet titan— Filing, sorting, keeping order, Turning chaos into calm. With a click and a soft‑spoken “please”, She weaves schedules like delicate

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