Poetry

Casino Royale

Casino Royale In the glittering glow of the ancient hall, the Croupier whirls the chips, his hands a ballet of quiet power, stamping the colours of luck that have come and gone. Grey cards rest

La La Land

In the bustling heart of La La Land – a slick, neon‑bleached dream – the lights flicker in rhythm, as if to each other’s beat they lean. The jazz clubs spin amber riffs, and

Lance

A lance gleams in noon‑lit clime, a slender spear that stretches wide— its shaft, a timbered,‑old ark of wood, carrying the weight of old‑world pride. In cobbled lanes of Stratford‑on‑Avon, the echo of

One Battle After Another

One Battle After Another In the dim dawn of an old trench‑lined hour, the crackle of engines, the clank of steel’s power, men heated their rifles and stirred their own rumour, A name for

Shred

Shred In the quiet hum of a London flat, paper quivers in the heat‑laced air— a single page, a thin, trembling strip of ink smeared like a forgotten match‑ticket. It shrivels at the edge, a

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