Where I'm from

I am from an icy fourth-floor building

where smells sweet and fragrant

from the house full with cheerful, thoughtful and genial

I am from my big comfortable bed

from my tiny bathroom

from my woody dressing table

I am from the Chinese evergreen

the balcony side

whose long gone limbs I remember

as if they were my own.

I’m from a warm family having chubby cheek and black hair

from a childlike sister and a serious feigned mom

I’m from Sleepy and Happy

and from Independent and Strong

I’m from my grandma’s armchair and sweetmeats

and fairy tales which always come with happiness

I’m from an up and doing workplace

and getting along with a crowd who are full of energy

I’m from the world where flowing with flower and fruit

and a tiny beautiful island

and a peaceful friendly hometown

Now, I’m from the place everything looks fresh, warm but giant.