Poetry

Vowel

Vowels In the silent silence of the alphabet, the five soft seats—A, E, I, O, U— await the tongue’s gentle brush. They are the heartbeats of every word, the oscillating hum of syllables, the breath that

Thick

Thick In the rain‑slick streets where London’s mists begin The air grows thick, a damp so fine it clings, And every breath tastes of old brick and peat, A liquid curtain, swelling like a

Bunny

In a lane of clover, under a clear blue sky, A little bunny prances where the daffodils lie. His ears twitch like flags on a bustling street, And he hums a soft tune,

Dough

Ode to the Dough In the dim kitchen light where the oven's glow watches, I knead the humble earth‑swept mixture, a quiet tale of yeast‑made wishes. Soft and breathing, the dough curls like a sleepy cat

Plead

To Plead In the dim glow of a London street‑lamp, I stand and utter a quiet, earnest plea, A soul uncut, a heart that knows no dam‑t. The night, a silvery mirror to my

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