Life ai poem

Life is a river that forgets it’s own start, A borrowed flame cupped gently in the dark. It’s a road made of questions, worn smooth by feet, A quiet garden where loss & wonder meet. Life is letter written as it’s read, A fragile bridge between the living & dead, A brief, bright echo the heart learns to keep

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Sophia Bennett is an art historian and freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, symbolism, and artistic expression. With a background in Renaissance and modern art, Sophia enjoys uncovering the hidden meanings behind iconic works and sharing her insights with art lovers of all levels. When she’s not visiting museums or researching the latest trends in contemporary art, you can find her hiking in the countryside, always chasing the next rainbow.