Poetry
Gladiator
When the coliseum crept beneath a bruised‑sienna sky, the arches breathed a frolic—old stone, new ache— the gasped breath of a crowd that sang the same bruised lullaby: “Take heed, dear soul, your
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Flaky—an adjective that rolls like a pastry in the wind, Soft, layered, bright, a buttery cloud that basks in afternoon light. Its crumb falls on the tongue like a well‑made promise, Yet the
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Psycho In a dim-lit draught of London’s sigh, the mind unfurls its fragile, stitched façade— a chiaroscuro of id and fore‑winged bone, where spectres of the past dangle thin. The night‑time alleys of
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In the golden hush of the Serengeti’s sweep, where the veldt sighs beneath a blaze of noon, a drumbeat rises—an ancestral heartbeat, the wind‑woven song of a lion’s boon. Simba, once a
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cruel In the grey hush of a London morning the rain boils the street‑lamps and drips into the boots of strangers who hurry past without a glance. The wind is cruel, it steals
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