Her red umbrella, she keeps tight hold ,
A shelter from the out side rain and cold.
With every drop of rain, dry she stays
A splash of colour on cloudy days
Under its canopy, long walks at night ,
In the pouring rain, everything feels right.
As puddles form and laughter flows,
Her red umbrella goes wherever she goes,
It Brings protection, come sun or storm,
In its embrace, she is dry feels warm.
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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