always give a space
for doubt,
spare some people
through a hole
where light still gets in
and illuminate
who knows?
it is someone else
and not you.
you are lovable as
a flower of the early morn
in full bloom
and laden with dew
by the window
no one, not even their doubts
can take it away from you.
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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