Those times
when a blank page
loses its ability to save me
Those times
when the clouds
have run out of reasons to cry
Those times
when I feel so alone
no ink that bleeds
no raindrops to listen to
I just wait
for the moon to show up
and calm my soul
as it gives me an endless hope
that somewhere out there
there's also someone
who can't be saved by his own poetry
someone
who also waits for the rain
someone
who also stares at the moon
someone
who also wonders
if I exist
— Jan Di
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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...
