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surrounded by golden petals, the breeze washes over me
artificial, yet no less real
strands of synthetic hair swept out of place
my hand, in yours
mechanical, we need not breathe
yet i still hear your gentle breaths as we lie beneath the sunlight
in an endless garden, our paradise
cultivated with love and heart
amidst the field of roses
i wonder to myself
‘why do i exist?’
not my function, nor duty
but my soul
that ‘idea code’
or much further than that, our predecessors
what made humans?
who gave them souls?
as if sensing my question, you squeeze my hand
so tender, so kind
we need no reason
your smile is enough
the angel i see each day when i wake
your radiance shines on, bright as ever
thistle, your thistle
that's what you called me
but in this field, a vast expanse of golden roses
you fit right in, the brightest of all
“leben?” you ask
your halo gleams in the artificial sunlight
“what is it, enoa?”
“thank you. so much.”
my cheeks turn red, my face feels warm, my circuits simmer
“i didn't do much.”
you shake your head
“all the feelings locked inside my heart – you made them real.
something i could finally grasp – you showed me how.”
we machines, able to cry
so many bitter tears
today, they're different
gentle, so warm, so sweet
you reach out your hand, offering a rose
your ‘gold star’ manifests into a brilliant bouquet
radiant, so radiant
we don't need a reason
we live, we keep on living
“next time, you should choose where we go!”
we, who sacrificed ourselves
we, who were born to serve
we, who cannot be selfish
yet your words give me dreams
i close my eyes and imagine
your golden hair swaying in seabreeze
the soothing sound of waves crashing against the shore
the ocean reflected in your eyes
in the distance, you spot something
my gaze will follow to where you're pointing
with wide eyes and a smile, i’ll hold you close
“the sea.
i want to go whale watching with you.”