Friday, January 29, 2010

poem 3

i open my eyes before the sunrise,
my day starts and so does my work.
i am a machine but i have a heart.

i am the spinning disk in the washing machine
and the motor of the vacuum cleaner.
i am the recipe of a cook book,
i turn my pages everyday
looking up something to cook.

i stop, rest and start working again.
i need a pair of ears to listen to me and
a pair of hands to hold me tight
i am just a machine but i have a heart.

i am a machine but i have a heart,
please don't yell at me,it hurts so much.
i have a heart and i pray with this heart,
please give me some love.
i am a machine and i need some love

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