Visit hometown, New Year moment,
Plenty of stuffs waiting for me.
The starfruit trees, playing with wind,
The mango trees, standing with glee.
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My grandparents wait at the gate,
Then asking me: “Are you hungry?”
The chicken soup, how warm and sweet,
Tick-tack tick-tack, the rain’s falling.
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The starfruit trees grow tall and strong,
All the branches, not thin and weak.
Let birds chirping and laying eggs,
Bathing inside, bucolic scent.
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The mango trees, sleeping careless,
Make the garden it’s favorite bed.
Children climbing, won’t even care,
‘Cause my branches are good and safe.
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The sleeping time, quiet, peaceful,
Birds stop cheering, grigs start chirping.
All surviving things, get calm and still,
Wait for a new, good day coming
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Visit hometown, New Year moment,
Plenty of stuffs waiting for me.
The starfruit trees, playing with wind,
The mango trees, standing with glee.
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