lilac lipsbeige skin
morning eyes
dancing eyelashes
such a beautiful face of a woman
in my dream
i keep telling myself
she loves me
how can one accept the sad
conclusion
that she loves me
not?
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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