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The first poem will appear when it's ready to be seen.
Some things can't be rushed. Poetry arrives on its own schedule - in the space between a breath and a thought. When it comes, it will live here.
When feelings become syllables. Poetry always arrives uninvited - and beautifully so.
Some things can't be rushed. Poetry arrives on its own schedule - in the space between a breath and a thought. When it comes, it will live here.