Poetry
The Wolf of Wall Street
In the glassy tower of London’s own skyline, a shadow slips past the bidding of markets, lean‑muscled whisper, a wolf in a vest‑and‑tie. He stalks the boardroom, his howls in the
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The Batch In the quiet kitchen a stack of scones rises their golden skins a promise against the cold. The oven hums, a low‑melodic pace that devises each crumb a story that the heat
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The Father In the quiet of the afternoon when the light drifts soft through the blinds, there stands a man of stalwart grace – a sturdy oak whose roots run deep in
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The Truman Show In the hush before the first cue, a sunrise climbs the horizon, crackling with the colour of a beach that never rots, ever plastic. A cosy town of hills and streets
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The Night‑Shell In the hum of a sleepless city the cab’s metal shell glimmers under drizzle and neon, a quiet companion to the midnight markets, a capsule that hums along the A‑4 and the
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