My Red Rose
In the garden, bright and fair,
Blooms a rose beyond compare.
Soft petals like velvet, pure and bold,
A touch of nature, a story told.
Its sweet scent dances in the breeze,
Bringing joy, putting hearts at ease.
With every glance, my spirit knows,
The beauty found in my red rose.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Love your red scheme! keep those poems coming their awesome!