The absentminded people
I dream a grass so green
A robotic man
Of meadows I dream
The look of no eyes
To drown in a sea
Write words on glass
To climb up a tree
A man to a robot
Hold hand, make sound laughs
A robot to a man
Kiss lips the heart loves
No voice hears the ear
Black dress, shed a tear
A man and a robot
Soft touch skin feel
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May 30, 2026 at 7:47 AM UTC
The absentminded people
I dream a grass so green
A robotic man
Of meadows I dream
The look of no eyes
To drown in a sea
Write words on glass
To climb up a tree
A man to a robot
Hold hand, make sound laughs
A robot to a man
Kiss lips the heart loves
No voice hears the ear
Black dress, shed a tear
A man and a robot
Soft touch skin feel
I am sitting on a bus. I see spacious meadows, deep green forests, fertile fields.
A scenery worth shedding a tear of awe.
I am sitting on a bus. I see him with his tiny robot, making eye contact and sharing words and touches… The man who gave me life. The man shares more of himself with a robot than his daughter.
A man and a robot is for all the landscapes and sunsets that haven’t been seen because of a tiny robot.
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