Waking up
It is beautiful
I can see but not touch
It looks wonderful
But it is kept on a pouch
I have a big smile
I am crcking a joke
I walk a few miles
And i feel a poke
It was beautiful
But I could not touch
I learned beautiful things are admired
Not touched but felt
It was to good to be true
I am waking up
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