red as love
more than the roses
cloying
my sense of taste
and smell
to such an attractive
fruit
ornate luxuriously appealing
enriched
desire of strawberry
days
touching my lips
savor this
delicious feeling
of love forgotten
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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