My GoldFish Haiku

I let him sleep with Mama

By Marie381Uk Published about a year ago • 1 min read

By George’s Girl 2024

Oh my fish is died

he went to heavens calm sea

To danced with dolphins

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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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