Metal and Flesh
Reflection
In the city's heart, where steel meets skin,
A tale of two souls begins to spin.
A being of metal, worn and gray,
Faces a woman, in a modern day.
Their eyes lock, a silent pact,
As human and machine, a bond enact.
The robot's touch, a gentle hand,
Contrasts with wires, in a metallic land.
The woman's gaze, a mix of fear and trust,
As she beholds, the robot's rust.
In this encounter, a story's told,
Of a future, where hearts are made of gold.
The blurred lines, between machine and man,
Create a sense, of a new plan.
A fusion of metal and flesh so fine,
A new creation, in a world divine.