come
join me in my bed
of thorns
let us
both suffer
the
consequences
of the
reddest of
all roses
join me in my bed
of thorns
let us
both suffer
the
consequences
of the
reddest of
all roses
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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