Marie381Uk
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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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The Amethyst
The Amethyst The amethyst wasn’t big or rare, but it had weight to it, a steady comfort that Anne Marie always felt in her hand. Her grandmother had given it to her on her eighteenth birthday, pressing it into her palm as if she were passing on something more than a stone.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Fiction
Magical Eggs
Magical Eggs The White EggI always believed an egg was more than something you cracked for breakfast. To me, it was a quiet little world, a sealed circle that held its own breath and its own secrets. Most people look at an egg and see food. I look at it and see a doorway, a place where energy settles, waiting for the right hands and the right whisper.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Journal
