MOON over you
Once in a blue moon
i was
moon over you, once in that
blue moon, i was,
as stupid as you,
moonstruck and blind
and too trusting,
pleased and gulled
and pained.
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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