Poetry
Cigar
The Nicely‑Smoked Letter In a quiet corner of a London teahouse, the steam curls like a moody fog of Thames‑bank mist. A gentleman in tweed, a faint smile that lingers— his cigar is the
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Interstellar In the dark heart of the night, a silver trail unfurls – the line of a spacecraft, a silver sweep of dream. The sky is a wide, blue‑soul canvas, a vast, waking
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The Silence of the Lambs In the murmour of the evening sky, the meadow lies in quiet estate, golden‑flecked clouds drift on, pale, shy, while lambs lie still, their breaths close‑taught. No chatter, no bell,
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Echoes of the Bay When clouds of war clung high over Omaha’s shore, the first air‑spattered sky gave breath to the young. By ten‑seventeen, the tide of fate was poured, and thirteen broken children
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Spiny In a hedgerow turned to stone, a thistle stands alone, Its green‑green crown of bristles, a prickly, noble crown. Each needle, a tiny knife that guards its treasured root, A silent promise of
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