at the second look you feel wasted
that beautiful face seemingly should not have been yours
it does not fit
the wrinkled soul
that you are
how unlucky is this body
to have you
how sad is the turn of events
how miserable has the other become
because she loves 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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