dawn brings in
whatever was left
of the night
making love
to its own shadows
in the dark
so cool is the silk air
so beautiful are the laces
of light
drawn from the empty
spaces of
the leaves
the dews like pearls
still clinging
to the arms of desire
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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