Poetry

Chain

Chain In the dim morning light, a chain of mist Crawls over cobbled lanes, a silvery list Of moments linked, each link a breath, a sigh— A tethered tale that wanders, never shy.

Shift

Shift In the quiet hush of dawn, the world begins to turn, A gentle shift of light that paints the sky in amber gold. Leaves, once still, now whisper as a breeze decides

Sleep

In the hush of night the world draws near, A soft, dark blanket pulls us dear. Eyes grow heavy, thoughts unwind, As sighs of day relinquish mind. Moonlight slips through curtained seams, Silver

Woman

She walks like dawn across the cobbled lane, Her laughter soft as rain upon the pane, Eyes hold the quiet strength of ancient oak, A steady pulse that none can ever broke.

Adapt

In the quiet glade where reeds sigh low, A willow bends, its branches sway, Learning how to dance with gusts that blow, It does not break, it finds its way. The city

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