Marie writes in whispers, inked in dreams,
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Marie writes in whispers,
inked in dreams,
casting verses on silent streams.
Each word a spark, a wish, a prayer,
calling echoes from the air.
May her lines like vines entwine,
reaching hearts beyond the spine.
May her rhythm spark a light,
pulling souls from scrolling night.
Let the likes fall soft as rain,
each comment proof
she’s touched a vein.
May followers arrive in flows,
drawn by truth her spirit knows.
Universe, hear this refrain,
bring the eyes to feel her pain,
bring the voices, bring the signs,
let her art ignite through time.
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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Marie writes in whispers, inked in dreams,
"I stand with you, always. 💫"