Oh how I miss December,
When the warmth of love radiates my universe,
As the little lights shine through the entire house.
The heart jumps up the moment I greet each morning,
As if surprises await around the corner,
Waiting for me to chant my wish verse.
The joy causes my life to arouse,
In the festive days like Spring.
What can you get in a space?
A room to breathe every inspiration there is;
A ground to grow every imagination that comes;
A seat to brainstorm every dream you dare not to seize.
All you need is a space.
We sat at the corner,
And talked, and talked, and talked
Like an open tap of water.
The words were incessantly uttered.
There in the thick air,
The beverage has evaporated …
But not the words.
I guess airports have got the toughest heart,
Silently watching people come and go,
And none of them are staying.
I believe airports have got the biggest heart,
Sincerely wishing those who leave them an enjoyable journey,
Knowing they may never come back,
And would likely to forget them.
A pair complete each other
In size, shape, and color,
To make the whole picture felicitous.
Is where you feel belonged
And not forgotten.
Is where you always come back
And not forsaken.
When the warmth of the indigenousness
Greets you here,
The sun-kissed spices burst a masterpiece.
It brightens the universe,
A magnificent magnet for the eyes.