regardless
i shall have one thing
only to offer
my silence
the silence of
a rose
the silence of
the sand
the silence of
dry leaves
of cliffs and rocks
the silence of
your hair.
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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