I Hold Its Hand, Flying In The Sky... Poem by Garland Jodie Jeen

</>it used to be right.

but now it's not alright.

my mistake; holding the hand of the clock

instead of considering 'bout your thought.

my fault; holding the hand of the bloke

instead of grasping your love note...

let them be mistaken,

in case all are proper now.

she is a little toy rabbit

i am holding it

soft it is...

i love its pink hands.

holding its hand is like holding love

and it cannot be easier...

i 've mistaken it again;

we're not flying with our own effort but

being blown by the lovely wind, ...

we're not flying in the sky of the globe

but

up in the sky of the heaven.

Hands put together,

what more can it mean?