# Poetry

Can I go back to the good old days
just for one last time?

After all the chaos,
I will be reborn from the ashes
and soar high to the moon,
like a phoenix from a fairy tale.

Sometimes, the night is a good time to hide yourself from the rest of the world. It gives a sense of relief, allowing you to be exactly as you want to be.

I know that one day I will collapse,
And hopefully, you won’t witness it.
I will make sure that, until your last breath,
I’ll stay strong and keep us stronger.

You are the most precious gift
you could ever wish for.
You are the light that guides you
through the darkest nights.
You are the Santa
you’ve always dreamed of.
You are the Christmas
you’ve been waiting for.

To my daughter,

In the midst of the war,
Amid the heart-aching pain,
Through the windy nights,
On my darkest days,
You are my hope.

There’s a scar etched on my heart,
Forged by love from ages past.
Yet it makes me brave in the battle,
Brings hope amidst despair,
And guides me forward.

I’ll meet you
In the space between darkness and light,
Where everything feels divine.

Baby, I am in love with the
sparks inside you.
Can I call it Hope?