Wow! what an ace, One-day it would be my place, You could see the view of it, But never try to own it! Iβm thinking what itβs rate, But also some amount of fate, Fate about, is it really exist? He said it could be in the east, But it's time to get ready, for study Then, try to own it, He says I could own it...
SUPPOSE IF I OWNED IT Is there any network, For my personal work, If there would electricity supplies, It could be wise... Is there always snow falls? Are there any animals? Is really people lives there? Is there sun rises? But these types of questions arise...
[NOTE: HE IS FRIEND OF POET]
This is my first imaginary poem... I hope it is good...