Poetry
Price
Price In market stalls where voices rise, A quiet ledger holds the ties— Each coin exchanged, a whispered trade, The worth of things that hands have made. Not only gold nor silvered gleam, But
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In the hushed nave where morning light pools pale, A psalm rises, soft as the sigh of summer rain, Each line a thread of wool woven through the stone, Binding the faithful to
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In the hush of dawn, a raptor rides the wind, Its silhouette a slate‑grey comma against the waking light. Below, the fields ripple like green‑tinted silk, While shadows stretch their fingers across the
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Never In the hush of twilight, I whisper never, A word that folds like mist over the lake, Never to chase the sunrise that will not break, Never to taste the salt of tears
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In the hush of morning mist, a place awakes, Where cobblestones whisper under soft footsteps, And lamplight spills like honey on wet stone, Painting each façade in amber‑toned grace. Here the river
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