it’s over Haiku
Morning came to soon
I knew that it ended us
no more me and you
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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 (2)
You’ve captured heartbreak so well in just a few lines.
Very well done Marie!