Poetry

Oddly

Oddly the world tilts on a sideways grin, Where teacups hum and shadows wink within. A sock may wander off to find its mate, While clocks retreat to tea‑time, half past eight.

Taupe

Taupe whispers in the quiet room, A muted blend of grey and brown, It hangs upon the wall like silk, A subtle hue, both calm and mild. It does not shout, nor does it

Admin

In the humming heart of the office, Admin stands tall, a quiet titan— Filing, sorting, keeping order, Turning chaos into calm. With a click and a soft‑spoken “please”, She weaves schedules like delicate

Rough

Rough On the cobbled lane the stones lie rough, their edges worn by centuries of tread, each fragment telling stories tough, of carts that creaked and feet that shed the dust of market‑day

Shuck

On the wind‑kissed pier at dawn, the tide pulls back its silver curtain, revealing rows of pearl‑clad secrets nestled in the cold, damp sand. A weather‑worn hand grips the knife, its blade catching

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