when love is gone
to another island
crossing the sea
i pray for pleasure
i light a candle
and offer the flowers
for the grand icon
the winds are strong
there is storm coming
and love may not return
the icon smiles
for the truth is
when love is gone
it is gone
and there is no promise
that it will return
in the eye of the storm
love sinks and cannot come back
anymore
there are no reasons
for separations
when love is broken and
beyond repair.
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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