Poetry
Those
Those shadows that linger behind the kitchen door, Those whispers that rustle through autumn leaves, Those faces we meet on a rainy afternoon, Those moments that stitch themselves into memory’s seam. They
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Crimp— a gentle fold in the hair, a silver coil of wire, a pressed line upon the page, each bend a whispered prayer. In salons, tongs hiss low, waves rise like tide‑kissed dunes, while engineers with steady
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In the hush of an empty theatre, a sudden note makes the audience wince, a sharp, bright sting that pricks the throat, like a splinter of glass caught in the throat’s seam.
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In the hush of a Suffolk shire, where hedgerows stitch the patchwork fields, the morning mist clings to the gate, a soft wool blanket over sleepy sheep. Lorries rumble low on the
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A zestful whisper on the tongue, Tangy fruits in summer’s song— Lime’s bright bite, a citrus spark, Lemon’s sharp, a daring mark. It dances like a cheeky dart, A piquant twist that steals
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