i always think
of you
do not forget
that
i always think
of you
though i doubt
if you
also think of me
i like to think
that you also think of
me
upon a hill
under the moon
and stars
i always think of you
even inside my dream
i always think
of you
i dream that
you also think of me
as i always think
of you
i realize i am a fool
until last night
at the mall
when i see you in the
arms of another
like a vine clinging
to a tree
like a jacket to his
body.
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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