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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Cactus
Since my mother bought some plants, I can smell the fragrance of flowers from the window every day when I wake up. The table outside the window and the shelf on the balcony are filled with rows of flowers of all kinds, but I only know lilies and roses. There are also a lot of flowers, but I can't name them. Every morning, I am immersed in such a sweet sea of flowers, and the fragrance of flowers can't go away for a long time. But in this sea of flowers, there are a few small cacti that left a deep impression on me. They are not like these bright flowers, but they can also bloom amazing small flowers.
By Vân Khanh Nguyễn3 years ago in Poets
The Golden Mirror
In the depths of the forest, where the trees are tall and old Lies a cottage made of stone, with a story to be told It's said to be the home of a woman, with eyes of emerald green And hair that flows like a river, the strangest woman ever seen
By Vivid Masonganyika3 years ago in Poets
