Capital of the East

Final blows from winter before victory is spring's.
Little laughters can survive the intensity. 
Wind chill conquers the day, rules the night.
But not just another night. 
Warmth denied, illumination forbade. 
By the hands of millions; against one's pride and comfort.
Radiance of the ever-glow suppressed to the minimal.

Yet my eyes see, like i have never seen before.
Behold, a nation at its brightest.

Totem

Initially i thought it was just me.
I needed a totem.
The picture hanging on the wall right before me.
The reflection on its glassy surface.
Half the time i checked, it was waving at me.
It wasn't my imagination.
It was shaking.