If I was a river, I’d have a dream
To hug the ocean, and call it home
The twists and turns
The rocks and gaps
The rain and the sun
Would they make me tired?
Would I ask myself…
Oh will I ever get home?
If I was a river, I’d have a dream
To hug the ocean, and call it home
The twists and turns
The rocks and gaps
The rain and the sun
Would I see their love?
Would I remind myself…
That, I am already home….
– Nim –
A simple word, a conclusive constant!
A misunderstanding as I may judge
A lovely complement to make me blush
A token of love, birthed by a stranger’s intrigue
A practice to meet them all,
A practice to thank them all,
A practice to love my all
A Moment with Nim! 