i know what
is inside me
it is beautiful
it is more
beautiful if i
have you in my
arms
but this can never be
i have my own world
you have yours too
we are distance doubled
by our beliefs
you may lie to me
but only for a while
and then the truth comes
and you must leave me
and then i will understand it
but i will be in so much pain
and then i will be dead
then you laugh and take
everything from me
whatever i have
must have been given
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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