it has been a quite a time
sorrow was here
it has departed
i am glad
it did not leave
casualties here
in the road there is
a woman bathing
with sunshine
walking towards the park
on an early morning wind
meeting a friend
(could be a lover
the way he kissed her on
the lips
and held her hands
like a fragile
glass figurine
of a princess)
then the rain has put
a gentle shower
the rainbow shows
unexpectedly above
the poplar trees
poised in the beauty of
such a promise
that love always triumphs
whatever
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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