mother
sun, center of your planets
revolving and spinning
orbits holding
upon the imaginary
poles
distances make
memories more
apparent
hospitable thoughts
come to the rescue
what you must know
there is more beauty in sorrow
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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