The order of islands here
If you take it
will I give it back
at two o'clock
Will you hold it
in my hand
And the relation to an eyelid
by the quantity of light
As in
His story's impossible to read
As in
We'll see it just in time
whenever we find it
missing
There is something in poet's mind but I don't get it. Some Natural processes are easy to understand but hard to define. Defining one's mind is even harder that.
the order of islands is here in hand of the nature; summoned to revive insightfully; nice tor read the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Savita. I don't quite get it, either.