the eyelids are heavy
children need more sleep
the rain last night was long
the night was noisy on
the rooftop
this early morning the children
rush outside
they are happy
watching the rainbow
so momentary
before they pointed their fingers
it is gone
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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