what i do not know
does not hurt me
do not let me then
know what i must things
invade me somehow events
simply come uninvited flowers
may be omitted it is not
hurting anymore when it comes
by the door on a solemn face
on warm gentle guiding hands
what is expected does not surprise
acceptable always is the natural
there must be no questions neither
must there be answers on this fact
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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