the rain is the wall that divides us
i whistle
to make a connection
you open the window
and we created a world
between us
i need to climb
the long stretch of your golden
pigtail
to finally kiss you
my Rapunzel
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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