Poetry
Soul
Beyond the bone‑bare shell of flesh where pulse and breath run through our veins, there lies a quiet, restless body that Britain’s storm‑choked hills once called its own. It sings in the hush of
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Awake In the quiet hush before dawn’s first light, I sit with mind unbound, a soft vibration, The air cool, the subtle echo of a distant rapture, A world unwrapped in colour, sharp and
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The Lion In crescent light, the savannah stretches wide, a kingdom where the wind turns every blade of grass into a hymn sung in the silence of a primornal dawn. The lion – king
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The Stank on the Corner When the rain pours down the city’s pale‑grey streets, a damp hush settles over every false‑wood corner. The black‑clad lorry’s exhaust hisses, giving its domestic catharsis to the air
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Song of the Sea In winter's hush when the masts are trimmed, the waves recite a rhyme in salt‑sprayed hymns, a tune that pulls the tide past cloistered rocks, and all the while the
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