Poetry
Dusky
Dusky In the lane where the flick‑rising lamps loose a amber dust on cobbled stone, the day folds itself in that soft, mellow dusk, a dusky hush that drapes the sky’s own bones.
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The Prestige The night unfurls an ancient stage, where silver‑laced lights swallow fame, and two tall figures, black and white, whisper envy into the night. The first, a gentleman of mystique, expects the crowd
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“A Freak” Under a canvas of violet‑carnival lights, the world hums in a half‑eerie lull; the crowd, a sea of pavement‐dusted faces, queues twisting like cobwebs of a London fog. There, at the edge of
Read more →American History X
American History X In a stark, sepulchral light the scene is set, A little square in London’s quiet streets, Yet the film is not of rain or that‑old‑city grey, It bears the scars of
Read more →Casablanca
Upon the cusp of dawn in calm Casablanca, the harbour sighs like an old dear’s lullaby, its waves lapping the quay wrought in copper‑coloured dreams. The city, a half‑dream of stone
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