i wish that you finally decide to choose
a poem and make it a poem
in your lifetime
the one that is ugly at first
but which does not give up to search for ways to become
another beautiful poem
i wish that you finally give up
on being a doubter
and simply be an ordinary wanderer
not thinking of anything else
but wonder
the one whose innocence is always a blank wall
and free to the ways of the confetti
one who looks up to the heavens and says
how beautiful are the stars!
even if there are none
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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