a surrealistic poem of my bith

I was born in the city of my grandma
grandma said mysterious things happened concurrently

it had been raining for several ten days

winter and summer alternate continually
mom said camellia flowers blossomed in her dream

monsters jumped in and out with scream
butterflies flew around her mosquito net

they thought maybe I wouldn't alive after be born

therefore it's another miracle I'm sitting here and thinking

*Write for my mom, when she was giving birth to me,

she got malaria and she was fascinated by the fragrance of tea.*