Poetry

Boxer

In the dim-lit gym where leather meets sweat, A boxer laces up his trusted gloves, Each breath a rhythm, each heartbeat a metronome, Preparing for the dance within the squared ring. He

Endow

Endowed with quiet grace, she walks the lane, A gift bestowed by dawn’s soft, amber gleam— No gaudy fanfare, but a steady strain That hums beneath the chestnut’s dreaming stream. The village

Shaky

On the edge of a trembling tide, a shaky breath slips through the night— leaves quiver like hesitant thoughts, and shadows waver in pale moonlight. A hand that falters on old railings, a

Mauve

Mauve whispers over twilight’s hush, A shy bloom where violet and rose entwine, Painting the hills in a dusky blush, Like silk unfurled in a twilight line. It lingers on the hem

Uvula

A tiny pendant in the throat’s soft keep, The uvula dangles, a shy, pink bead, Guarding the gateway where breaths and words sweep, A vigilant sentior where food and air are fed.

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