she counts all her
numbered surprises on
that day of the
hearts
one of which is the
bouquet of red roses
sent by her husband
at # 5
in 1987 it used to
be at the #1 slot.
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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