the children are picking
the flowers of May
as offering for the
Immaculate Mother
the flowers only bloom
once a year
to meet such an instant
fate
of bloom not reaching
the 30th day
tradition does not think
that much.
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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