Poetry

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

Rough

Rough On the cobbled lane the stones lie rough, their edges worn by centuries of tread, each fragment telling stories tough, of carts that creaked and feet that shed the dust of market‑day

Polar

On the rim of the world where ice and silence meet, A lone polar bear prowls the frozen sheet, Its white coat a whisper against the endless white, Guarding secrets of the Arctic

Grift

A grin behind a polished smile, the grifter walks the bustling street, whilst trust, a fragile thing, beguiled, slips through his fingers like deceit. He sells a dream in gilded paper, a promise

Suede

Suede whispers in muted hues, A nap of midnight, soft as dusk’s first sigh, Its surface holds the hush of evening’s musings, Each fibre a sigh of timeless craft. From cobblestone lanes

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