shadows
exist only with light,
the darkness
however are their
homes
there in the silence
of the walls of
despair
they keep
waiting
tomorrow is always
another day
the sun whispers
at the break of
day
shadows wake up
copying always what you
will be.
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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