Lewis Dever

In the hollow of the night, where shadows softly creep,
I walk alone on paths we carved, in memories I keep.
Your laughter lingers, ghost-like, in the corners of my mind,
But when I turn to find you there, it's only wind I find.
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The world went silent the day you left,
A hush fell over all, as if time itself had wept.
The air grew thick with unshed tears,
And the earth beneath my feet trembled with fears.
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In days of youth, so carefree and bright,
I danced through joy, bathed in sunlight.
Games and laughter, a melody in rhyme,
A world of happiness, an innocent time.
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Time, a river that flows so swift,
Carries moments like leaves adrift.
You chase the dawn, then miss the night,
A soul grows weary, losing its light.
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In the hush before dawn breaks,
When dreams still softly hum,
And the world lies in slumber's grasp,
To the beat of a quiet drum,
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In the quiet moments when the world is still,
I close my eyes and see you, my heart's own thrill.
Though miles may stretch between your world and mine,
Our bond remains, unbroken, through space and time.
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Golden arches, bright and true,
Fifty years of something new,
From morning's light to evening's close,
McDonald's shines wherever it goes.
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Some months ago, without a clue,
A stranger came, out of the blue.
No invitation, no advance call,
He entered swiftly, towering tall.
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Once, she was shadows and silver,
a wisp of night cloaked in black,
pierced by moonlight and metal gleams—
a constellation of studs, rings, and chains
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I find myself lost, often, in glimpses of you—
The hum of a stadium, that green and blue,
Greece victorious, England left behind,
And you're there, a whisper sharp in my mind.
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Spring stirs awake from winter's hollow chill,
Petals shake free, unfurling in a thrill—
Soft whispers of green in grey cracks appear,
Life rising like a breath, so bright, so clear.
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The sky wears a softer shade,
washed by clouds the colour of smoke,
as trees set their leaves to flame,
burning bright before they break.
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She lost her mother young,
in a hush that stole the dawn—
like a silent storm that sweeps the land,
leaving shadows where sun had shone.
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In a little town where time forgot,
Lived some seniors who thought, 'Why not?
Let's master this tech, these gadgets and gizmos,
We'll be TikTok stars in their dance videos! '
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Christmas in the Ward

The tinsel hangs on plastic trees,
A fragile cheer in memories' breeze.
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Oh Thessaloniki, cradle of sunlit dreams,
Where azure waters whisper to golden streams,
Your streets, a tapestry of stories untold,
Where past and present seamlessly unfold.
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The morning comes like a slap to the face,
Another day in this relentless race.
The air feels thick, like it's choking me out,
Each breath a question, each step a doubt.
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I stood upon the precipice of night,
Where shadows whispered promises of flight,
A silent void, a siren's mournful plea,
And yet, the stars—so far—still called to me.
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