it is here
and it will always be here
the fire burning inside
the heart
to do, to always do,
even if typhoon comes
and floods the condo
it will always be here
inside my head
the words always
recite what they have
to say in
every syllable
the poems that
you read
and all for free
this is passion
speaking.
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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