Revolves across the world
As aspinning word
In its orbit
With adiscovery at large
Like around about
Until it completes
All its seasons of the year
Odd ideas are stored
with aremarkable storeroom,
The computer of my focus
Which focuses ahead
like allay of lights
glaring bright
Odd brain waves are stored
In aliving room
Which stimulates
aremembrance
Oh! That doleful day,
That great joy
Of my birth day
move of the year!
Mmm...aslight laugh
penetrates in a strange
and amusing way
re-stored in my head
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes I agree. The brain is a computer and it is much more powerful than the ones we buy.