this is their gamepied piping with the wind
making songs
sometimes with the flute
under the trees
at night when the moon
comes and shines in full
for their next
trip to the paths of
happiness.
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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