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 Room That Remembered Me
The Room That Remembered Me The house had been silent for so long that even my footsteps felt wrong, like I was waking something that had been asleep for years. Dust curled around my ankles as I walked the narrow hallway, past doors that opened easily, past rooms that had learned to live without attention. One door—that door—waited at the end, holding its breath the same way I had for two decades.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Fiction
The Time the Land Forgot My Voice
The Time the Land Forgot My Voice. There was a time, far back in the quiet stretch of memory, when the land still carried my voice as though it were a part of its own heartbeat. I can almost feel it if I close my eyes long enough. A world where the fields breathed kindly, where the skies were steady, where the wind arrived like an old friend and not a warning. The seasons followed gentle paths back then, never rushing forward, never pushing too hard. They simply moved in harmony with the people who lived beneath them.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Fiction
The Christmas Angel
The Christmas Angel Every year the town waits for Christmas, but for me it has always been something more than lights or gifts. It is the quiet that falls over the evening streets, the way the snow makes the world feel soft and patient, and the feeling that someone is watching over us. That someone has a name I cannot speak aloud, yet every Christmas I feel their presence. I call it the Christmas angel.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Fiction
