Through the smiles of my creator, I see
His pain n desire to love the creation,
Which he has found after the long lost
Years of separation...
Through the calm face of my creator, I can feel
The pain that stabs him when he thinks,
It will be time, soon, for his creation
To seek wisdom and knowledge and explore
The dark caverns of the unknown world,
With but little time for family...
Through the watery eyes of my creator, I can feel
The eternal pangs of separation that engulfs him
With the fear that his long lost happiness
Was so short lived...
He fears what the crude and rude world
Might have in store for his creation,
That he so delicately nurtured,
He fears that the rough hands of the
Merciless world might crush his soft
Blooming petals, and prevent him from
Seeing the world he so tirelessly
Decorated for him...
'We are not so selfish to keep you from
Exploring the world', he says, yet,
I can feel his heart exploding with the
Desire to keep me home.
Yet,
'Go', he says to his creation,’ and rule
The world like no other king ever dared.'
'Go', he says to his creation,’ and show
The world how little it knows of happiness...'
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