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.
Friday, December 20, 2013
two islands separated by a river the light of the moon on such a romantic evening shines on both finally reuniting them
you must know we are not the moon or the river
two lonely islands bathing in the light of the moon so infused.
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