Walk of Liberty

Holding earth in her palm,
Smell of dust, where she came,
The flower she held, her birth land,
Staring visions into the horizon,
There she saw, the glorious flag,
A patriotic song dances through,
Heart of strength, a voice she sung,
Lives of future, her standing end,
Freedom of souls, she avenged,
The growing crowd, the intensity,
Hand in hand, heart to heart,
The walk of faith, a peace march,
One vision she knew them clearly,
The walk as an individual soon to change,
To the walk of unity as one nation,
Freedom, a grace from God,
None could ever steal from one's heart,
Truth she knew,
Fear not she says, to stand in,
For what she believed in,
Justice is worth the battle,
For freedom a nation rise,
Emerging as a rising sun,
Purity, a change of maturity,
A day not forgotten for the tens thousands,
Throughout the world, a voice is heard,
Without shame, without complain,
Patriotism, a nation displayed,
She knew liberty is in the nation,
The security she knew, her future saved,
Lifting up her sunflower,
Into the air of her nation breathed,
A memorial day she walked,
Making the difference.

The Call

As she wonders night and day,

Would it be realized of what he say,

Come the dates to the sandy bay,

From mud comes alive, hand of clay.

Days come closer, to the touch down date,

A promise of hope, words that bait,

Heart of patience, at the little gate,

For the worse, she knows it's just a wait.

The call as important as it was spoken,

Carved in her heart, a dream not awaken,

For the worse result, may it kill the knot,

A promise of hope, hope it forgotten not.

Shanghai

 Appear it was the sunny light,

Away in the air, she went alight,

Lifted high, a new world sight.

Shivery air felt she did,

As winter is at its closing lid,

Into her thick wear, she hid.

Sze Chuan food her tummy fits,

Garden of jade she first visits,

Trying new things, curiosity hits.

A great walk along its river,

Iconic pearl tower glittering shines over,

One day top of it, she would lever.

Canton cuisine to Vietnamese,

A good meal, the custom of Chinese,

Due to disaster, sadly no Japanese.

Busy roads, crowded subways,

Crazy drivers, left and right she sways,

Hanging on to life, safety she prays.

Lovely park one day she strolls,

Kung fu trainings, skater rolls,

Saxophonist made its ambient jolls.

People swarming here and there,

Xu Jia Hui, in the middle of nowhere,

Directionless, in the shopping sphere.

Tian Zhi Fang the maze of art,

Old buildings, a shopping cart,

Home she brought, creative heart.

Into the largest Apple center she went,

For grown-ups, a huge play tent,

After work, stresses vent.

Up to the Ritz, dark was it an attic,

Iced wine plus soft music, terrific,

Mesmerized she was, view in panoramic.

A nice Italian get-to-know lunch,

Exchange of info, in her vege-munch,

Prevention of tummy hunch.

In they went, a church so ancient,

Friendly gestures, time needs patient,

"Wait upon the Lord", the day's quotient.

Walking along the little street,

Trust it was her follow feet,

Lu Xun, writes her first meet.

Tea and rest in an old theater,

Point of views, sparks a chatter,

Sniffing cold, may it gets better.

Taobao a land of shops,

Comes a salesman in he pops,

Aggressive like bunny he hops.

End a day with a hot soup noodle,

Simple and nice, none to grumble,

Acquaintance paints color of purple.

Days of labor, experience increase,

Problems discussed, solutions release,

Common understanding, smile and please.

Fly a kite, came a suggestion,

Weather cheers the warmth impression,

Work denies the delighted intention.

Final morning, the last look,

In the lovely park, reads her book,

Nice picnic place if she could cook.

Sounds of music birds composed,

Back to reality her heart proposed,

Knowing life is to go on as supposed.

Mind renewed, creativity aspires,

Tick of heartbeat, across the wires,

A visit again, gratefully she desires.