Poetry

Guide

A guide stands steady on the winding lane, A lantern’s glow that cuts through mist and rain. Not merely stone or sign, but quiet hand, That points the traveler towards the promised land.

Throw

Throw In the park, a child lifts a scarlet ball, eyes bright, fingers flexing, the world a pause— the arc begins, a lazy sigh of leather, spinning like a whispered secret towards the sky.

Pixel

In the quiet hum of a screen, each pixel dreams, a speck of colour, a quiet gleam. Together they stitch a tapestry of light, forming faces, landscapes, day and night. From a

Piano

Upon the ivory keys I wander, Each note a whisper, soft as rain, A cascade of sound that gently ponders The hush between delight and pain. The lid now raised, the hammers

Think

Think – a quiet tide that rolls inside, Where thoughts like gulls wheel over mist‑soft skies, Each whisper turns to colour, bold or shy, A canvas drawn in ink of whispered why.

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