Poetry
Belie
Belie In the hush of twilight, a smile belies the storm, A quiet laugh that masks a furrowed brow, The rose’s blush belies its thorns, warm, Yet truth, like fog, will somehow
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On the quiet hill where old roofs sigh, A slab of slate lies low beneath the sky. Grey as a winter’s breath, its surface cool, A canvas kissed by rain, a mason’s tool.
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In the kitchen’s quiet hour, the kettle sighs a tepid hum, its steam a shy, reluctant plume that drifts across the chilly floor. A cup of tea, half‑warmed, half‑cool, holds the colour of
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In the quiet hush of number’s line, Prime stands tall, a solitary sign— A lone integer, indivisible, pure, Its only friends are one and itself, for sure. From two’s first whisper to
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In the hush of script’s quiet realm, a single glyph awakens— a whisper carved in ink or stone, its curve a secret, softly spoken. It dances on the parchment’s breath, a loop, a
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