By George’s Girl 2025
Falling Leaves Haiku
Whispered red descends,
On the breath of morning’s chill,
Gone before the sigh.
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❤️
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Comments (4)
"Gone before the sigh," I love it, such a beautiful line.
This is very beautiful and the image really compliments your words
Love the image, and the words are perfect
Awesome