Those times
when a blank page
loses its ability to save meThose times
when the clouds
have run out of reasons to cryThose times
when I feel so aloneno ink that bleeds
no raindrops to listen toI just wait
for the moon to show up
and calm my soulas it gives me an endless hope
that somewhere out therethere's also someone
who can't be saved by his own poetrysomeone
who also waits for the rainsomeone
who also stares at the moonsomeone
who also wondersif I exist
— Jan Di
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