It was the morning I would not forget,
when my small, weak feet were about to step.
I ventured out from my huge comfort zone,
started leaving my family and home.
For hours my wings flew across ocean,
went to my dream place where I lived alone.
A frosty day welcomed me in this town.
My bones were freezing when the snow fell down.
“Hey, how is it going?”
Warm greetings from people surprised me.
Like a fire that burnt my energy,
in winter, cloudy, windy, snowy.
The people’s saying made me feel cozy,
living in a new place I’ve never been.
A trip creates a bunch of memories.
I’ll never forget even one of these.
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