🍁Poet’s Canvas🍁

🍁Poet’s Canvas🍁
A poet’s heart is like first snow on stone—
cold to touch, but clean to its core alone.
Like a meadow stretched wide on canvas laid bare,
where every thought and feeling can weave and share.

Like deep evening breathing soft tears of rain,
like spring’s burst of light, like autumn’s warm stain.
Like dusk painting skies in hues wild and bright—
stories live in shades beyond plain sight.

To be a poet is to hold worlds of tale,
but I know my wounds, know each mark that won’t fail.
From those scars I dye my art with all that I feel—
where my heart speaks louder than words ever will...©LanZhan 🌚✨03232026 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17