Poetry
The Shawshank Redemption
Redemption in the Shawshank Walled‑Garden In the twilight of a dim‑lit cell, Andy clasps a brick whose marks are old, A quiet hope, a quiet spell, The rain upon the chalked wall is told. The
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Embed In the quiet hum of a London café the screen glows—punctuated by a frame that steals its colours, long‑sought grace and slips inside the page like a secret. The heart of a poem, a
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Blooded Helix From Coney Island’s cold steel to Sicily’s sun‑baked olive trees, the same ticking blood rides two ceaseless lanes, a double‑layered carob‑brown tale where Vito and Michael meet. The elder, a
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The Dark Knight In alleys where the railings creak like mice in a maze, the night unfurls its velvet shroud over the old city’s maze— pavements weary, teeming with the soft thud of
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In the hush of a first‑light pasture, the old‑timed bleat flutters over sheaf‑filled loam – a lilting knock‑out of a lamb’s thin plea, singing the county’s taste of crook’d green. It echoes from the
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