Poetry

Flirt

A shy smile flicks across the café, A teasing glance, a playful sway— You lean in close, your voice a low hum, Like summer rain on cobblestones, soft and glum. Your words

Matey

Matey, a word that rolls like tide on a shore, A salty grin shared between ship‑mates and more. It clinks in the galley, where biscuits are steeped, In the hush of the forecastle,

Sedan

On rain‑slick streets a sleek saloon glides, Its polished bonnet catching city lights, A quiet hum beneath the muted tyres, Where commuters share the hush of night. The boot holds dreams, the

Belie

Belie In the hush of twilight, a smile belies the storm, A quiet laugh that masks a furrowed brow, The rose’s blush belies its thorns, warm, Yet truth, like fog, will somehow

Skirt

In the hush of twilight, a skirt sways— A whisper of cloth, a modest grace, Its hem dancing lightly over cobblestones, Like a shy smile caught in autumn’s lace. Cotton, wool, or

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