She loves her red bag, simple and bright,
A splash of color in the soft daylight.
It holds her books, her keys, her snack,
A cozy companion, no need to unpack.
With every outing, it’s by her side,
A little piece of joy, her daily pride.
No frills or fuss, just a reliable friend,
Her cherished red bag, on it she can depend.
A simple red bag, worn and true,
It carries her needs, nothing fancy to do.
With zipper and strap, it’s reliable and neat,
Holding her treasures and love letters sweet.
In its little depths, a world all its own,
This simple red bag, where love has grown.
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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