The world was just Negative film
with clichéd frowns or overrated happiness
until I saw a studded layer in front of myself
Which could make miracles happen
When the devil who I thought was evil
was handed a pair of upbeat daisies
The wand worked at its best when
I could agree with someone's opinion
Until that someone who I thought was totally discrete,
could complete my sentences without efforts
It made me see the wide sea so scary
incarnated as a treasure of secrets and possibilities
They see what they want to see
they search for what they yearn to find
they notice what we can complete our life with
They can Find the Master-key to our hearts
Hidden by the centuries of Grief or Ego
That stop us from looking at ourselves
Because the cumbersome heart beats
turn into the gleam
Or the shock to the brain
makes the sight vacant
These beads of hope speak what we need
They make us believe in what we aim for
These eyes are what we are
and they make a perfect pair of merriment
