Poetry

Total

Total In quiet rows of numbers lined, A sum emerges, calm and kind— Each digit, a whispered thread, Weaving cloth where thoughts are fed. From single ones to countless nines, The total gathers, intertwines. It

Wafer

On a sun‑kissed plate the wafer rests, A delicate disc of golden biscuit, Its edges crisp as autumn leaves, Whispering sweet nothings with each bite. It cracks beneath a gentle press, Releasing buttery

Draft

Draft In the hush of midnight ink, a blank page waits, a quiet field, where thoughts like shy sparrows pause, hesitant to take to wing. I lay the first faint line, a tremor, a whisper of

Atlas

Atlas In quiet rooms where paper sighs, An atlas lies, a world in fold, Its pages whisper ancient cries, Of mountains brave and seas untold. Each continent a coloured chart, Where rivers trace the amber line, And

Chose

Chose In a quiet kitchen, tea steam curls, A neighbour hums a tune from yesterday, The kettle whistles, the world unfurls – A moment hangs, a choice to sway. You chose the lane that winds

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