Goodbye Red

Red is now over new poetry to be made

By Marie381Uk Published about a year ago • 1 min read

Goodbye to my red Poetry Phase

The Red Phase Is Over

The red phase is done,

The bright days have passed.

We shared so much joy,

But those moments won’t last.

Now comes a new start,

With hope in our hearts.

We’ll find fresh colors,

And make brand new arts.

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Marie381Uk

I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

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