Every night in my dreams,
When I open the window of my room
And have a look at the world,
Through the eyes of my mommy,
I see a world of transparency,
With true feelings and warmth.
Nothing unreal, nothing hidden.
But the very next morning,
When I wake up,
Out of my window, I see
A world covered with dark clouds
And with a cocktail look
That greets me with an amicable smile.
But thy eyes never mean the same.
Looking at this cynical world,
I mourn and cry.
But then I feel,
In this world of virtual reality,
Some real beings still exist,
Who smile from their heart
And their transparent eye
Gives the picture of their feel.
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