i did not like it
it was too forceful
i want a little grace
the touch satisfies it
i wish for a butterfly
a flutter is enough
hover on my hair
as i bite my lips.
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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