Poetry

Grain

In the quiet hush of dawn, the fields awake, A sea of amber whispering soft and low, Each stalk a promise, each ear a partake Of earth’s patient bounty, gently in a row.

Sauna

In the hush of timber‑clad walls, heat rises like a quiet hymn, steam curling through the pine‑scented air, a soft veil that wraps the skin. Bench‑worn bodies sit in patient stillness, muscles unwind,

Flash

Flash In an instant the heavens split, A cerulean flare that cleaves the dark, Streetlamps shudder, their amber sparks Dance to the rhythm of a sudden lit. A crowd erupts, a flash of

Boast

In the market square he stands, chest out, voice loud, A trumpeter of triumph, his tale unbowed. He boasts of climbs no mountain ever saw, Of riches piled like clouds in a summer’s

Boxer

In the dim-lit gym where leather meets sweat, A boxer laces up his trusted gloves, Each breath a rhythm, each heartbeat a metronome, Preparing for the dance within the squared ring. He

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