And I will keep painting you
not with colors
but with these words
about our past
until we exchange hello's again
until you finally remember the place
where you left me.
- 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...
