Poetry
Apples
In the orchard where the trees stretch wide, I taste the crisp, bright favourite bite, Their skins a ruby cloak of sweet surprise, With colour that turns dull to delight. The wind
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Vowels In the silent silence of the alphabet, the five soft seats—A, E, I, O, U— await the tongue’s gentle brush. They are the heartbeats of every word, the oscillating hum of syllables, the breath that
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Thick In the rain‑slick streets where London’s mists begin The air grows thick, a damp so fine it clings, And every breath tastes of old brick and peat, A liquid curtain, swelling like a
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In a lane of clover, under a clear blue sky, A little bunny prances where the daffodils lie. His ears twitch like flags on a bustling street, And he hums a soft tune,
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Ode to the Dough In the dim kitchen light where the oven's glow watches, I knead the humble earth‑swept mixture, a quiet tale of yeast‑made wishes. Soft and breathing, the dough curls like a sleepy cat
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