Marie writes in whispers, inked in dreams,

Please support the poet

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.