you simply ask me
to embrace you
it is cold night and
my arms are not warm
enough
you are 50
i know there will be changes
that my arms
have to comfort
do not worry
sleep and dream
even there i will be
with you
my arms even warmer
and shall be
all yours
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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