A person's life is like a building, full of different floors.
Some goes up and down, feel free to take an elevator.
A gentle reminder : having a 'pass', doesn't give you all the access.
Some rooms are reserved, only to those who pay their respects.
May you appreciate the room designed for you,
Use it as you please, for everything is new.
We may drop by from time to time,
Checking the security of our guests also worth their dime.
How's your stay, welcomed guest?
Does our amenities got you impressed?
It may not look much, but we are truly humbled.
Do you want to hear how we built this from crumbled pebbles?
Series of storms challenges our stability.
Falling into ruins, we lost our value and beauty.
Pillars and walls, shrink and sink,
An abandoned building, no one would invest and risk.
Shutting down was once the best solution.
Ceasing to exist might bring
us salvation.
But a friendly knock from our broken door,
Makes way from an old visitor.
Some of our previous guests, pays us a visit.
The souvenirs we once gave away, came back to us as gifts.
Piece by piece, like a puzzle it reminded of what we're used to be.
From tears and crumbled pebbles, we fortified our debris.
From the ground up, we restored our principle and quality.
Recrafting what's broken, reminded us a part of our history.
It's not a perfect room for all,
But it is a private room, expanding for more.
Hosting you in our humble place is truly a pleasure,
Before you check-out, I'll hand you a treasure.
It's a rememberance, hoping you could visit again.
Who knows when, but maybe next time, my dear guest became a friend.
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Under the Stars I Write
Poetry[A COLLECTION OF RANDOMNESS AND POETRY] "Under the stars I write, Under the moon so bright. In the darkness of my heart, I hold on to the light. Thoughts in my head written in paper and pen. Voiceless words composed of memories by fate." - Hanna...
