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Icy clutches against warm skins,
   sing-song language on frozen ears.
Tired eyes careless to foreign scenes,
   howling winds outside that no one hears.

Cold February air shocked my lungs,
   as I inhaled winds of winter.
Thin midnight haze in Beijing hangs,
   shrouding cabs which were sought after.

Travel weary visitors,
   tried so hard to be understood.
Bright lights gave way to dark sectors,
   as our cab ate the miles it could.

Daylight brought anticipation,
   like the usual high in new lands.
The town was bursting with activities,
   as people poured out in the streets.

Food booths lined the busy sidewalks,
   displaying authentic staple foods.
I had such fun, especially for the talks,
   done in signs I've mastered for good.

Each visit to the temples of old,
   bared stories of Buddha so sightly.
I was lost among tourist fold,
   invading the Forbidden City.

My Kingdom of Heaven stroll,

   had me thinking of the One above all.
Climb on the Jinshanling Great Wall,

   eluded the words I tried to will.

My crisis in language spoken,

  shrunk as I absorbed various cultures.
The Chinese were friendly and keen,
  as they read my funny gestures.

I can't recall of other times,
  I so laughed from my travels.
Or smile in remembrance sometimes,
  on how my clumsy sketches pierced.

Recalling brought a strange mixture
   of feelings I care to think not.
An emotional crisis for sure, 
    my memorable China knot...