My colouring book days
My colouring book and pencil play,
Take me back to childhood days.
Pencils stacked in tidy rows,
Choosing shades my heart knows.
A purple sky, a bright green tree,
The world is how I want it to be.
No lines to stay in, no rules to keep,
Just colors and time, calm and deep.
Flipping pages, lost in play,
Drifting back to yesterday.
Soft, worn edges, pages turned,
Memories bright, a lesson learned.
Colors fades but moments stay,
Tucked inside in their own way.
No rush, no noise, just space for me.
My pencils, my world, my time, just me.
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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 (1)
This is perfect to me and your colouring days do not have to end. Show your true artistic talents with crayons and colored pencils. You can share your pictures on ART and even CRITIQUE as I do from time to time.