when we sat on the grass
and watch the light of the
afternoon sun fade slowly
when we spoke of nothing
because we love the silence
more than ever
when we understood what
was not spoken
when we made no qualms
about who i was and what you were
and what you will become
and what i shall be...
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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