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