Poetry

Swoon

Swoon In the hush of twilight’s amber sigh, A breath of lavender drifts close, Heartbeats flutter like moth‑wings shy, And time itself seems to lose its woes. A glance, a whisper, a fleeting

Video

A flicker on the screen, a silent thread, Where moving pictures breathe in frames of light, Each pixel’s pulse a whisper, softly said— A story caught, a moment held in sight. From

Enact

On the hush of dawn the bill is laid, Its words like ink‑stained footsteps on the floor, Each clause a promise that the council’s made, To turn the parchment into living law.

Jiffy

In a jiffy the kettle sings, Steam curls like a shy cat’s tail, Time folds itself into a thin slice, A breath, a blink, a fleeting hail. We sip the moment, strong

Scoff

In the quiet of the pub, a scoff was heard, A derisive laugh that slipped from cracked lips, Like rain on cobblestones it stirred the curd Of cheer, and turned the mirth to

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