
By George’s Girl 2025
Autumn Breathes
Golden leaves descend
Robins hum a gentle tune
Autumn breathes softly

About the Creator
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❤️



Comments (2)
Outstanding! Go Marie! ☺️👏🏾🧡🍂
Wonderful. You write beautiful poetry