they say happiness comes
in moments unexpected
comes one early morning
knocking to your door and you least expect
such a face
bringing you all that happiness promises
years of pain have alienated you from her
disgusting you say
and you do not feel anything anymore about her
she comes and you look at her
happiness
you tell her she is not welcome anymore
happiness
does not work at all
she has no fidelity
she cannot stay that long enough
to appease
she is not that true
to rebuild what once was broken into shatters
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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