| smooth pillow, warm blanket, a woman's body so white and calm light is shun by the door of the room on closed silk curtains by the window i still taste the youth in spring its perfume still remaining in the air late at night, the same smell comes even in my sleep |
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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