Let Poetry Paint Itself

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A serene, abstract landscape features soft waves of blue and orange, with a glowing crescent moon. Delicate autumn leaves drift through the air, and wispy reeds frame the tranquil water.


“Let poetry paint itself.”
It is not a command, but a surrender.
To let poetry paint itself is to release control,
to let the heart’s hidden rhythm spill like ink
across the fragile skin of the world.
Emma