the raindrops dripping from the glass panes disappearing into window sills is poetry. the waves touching the shore and waning into an enigmatic horizon is poetry. from the uneven lines in our palms to the intricate pattern of stars, poetry is dripping from each corner of the universe, we just have to be keen enough to fill our empty jar. (Read the caption) they say poetry is hard to understand, and I don't think its true because poetry is all around us. the raindrops dripping from the glass panes disappearing into window sills is poetry.
