I saw the moon
hanging out
with the clouds tonight,
and for a moment,
I wondered that maybe,
it was already telling them
all those stories
that she heard recently.
My dear poets,
it seems like your secrets
aren't safe anymore.
— Jan Di
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In Dreams, We Find Our Rhymes
PoetryWell, I just can't describe my poems better than how this piece of mine describes them. 🌠 "What My Poetry Is Made Of" I am not someone who has rich vocabulary. My phrases, my clauses will always be ordinary, so I just use the simple words that I...
