to know the frangipani will again rose
not one, not two, not three, but more
to accept that the betel plant in my small ***
no longer battle its grow
the mint plant though
to have hope that it lasts long
we can’t leave this house yet
the street tree outside your study room
the warmth at noon still
let’s have laugh till the rain fall
let’s have a cry on the third mercury retrograde
let them all be and do
and we two will be and do too