Poetry
Black Swan
Silver ripples on a midnight lake, the air mist‑clad, the wind a whisper of footfall, a lone feathered silhouette cuts the quiet water— a black swan, whose graceful hush lights the dark. Her plumage,
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The Quiet Wool On the mist‑kissed moor the sheep do preen, Their coats a soft, bewildering sheen. Golden stalks bend beneath the shade, While the shepherd’s whistle makes a sonnet‑glade. The lambs parade
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In the hushed garden of Kew A stately magnolia stands, its bark a rough, variegated vein, flower buds swelling like dawn’s first blush— a whisper of summer in earnest brine. The leaves, pale
Read more →The Pursuit of Happyness
The Pursuit of Happyness On a quiet cobblestone street, where summer smells of clotted‑cream and the amber‑tinted sky of a late‑afternoon, I set out for a dream. Not with the grandiose umbrella of
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Theft In the quiet of a London street, where late‑night buses hiss and novelists retreat, a shadow slips through the damp and drizzle, his fingers cold against the pulse of a wallet's drizzle. It is
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