we all have these foxes
we choose whom to feed
we decide which must live
inside our heart
the mind is a total stranger
there are no names
but all the masked feelings
dancing to the sound
of loneliness
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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