Poetry
Talon
In the hush of dawn, a raptor rides the wind, Its silhouette a slate‑grey comma against the waking light. Below, the fields ripple like green‑tinted silk, While shadows stretch their fingers across the
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Never In the hush of twilight, I whisper never, A word that folds like mist over the lake, Never to chase the sunrise that will not break, Never to taste the salt of tears
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In the hush of morning mist, a place awakes, Where cobblestones whisper under soft footsteps, And lamplight spills like honey on wet stone, Painting each façade in amber‑toned grace. Here the river
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After the rain has slipped away, the streets glisten like old silver coins, and children’s laughter drifts on breezy lanes, while shadows stretch in amber evening light. In the hush that follows,
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Which In the hush between two thoughts, the word “which” lingers like a mist, a soft‑spun thread that pulls at the seams of every choice we have yet to make. It
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