Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 130

Zhong Guo
Chimes sound in the distance.
The fragrance of incense rises, dense and heavy.
Before the altar, devoted monks
Seek for peace, a spiritual journey.
A gateway from the concrete jungle,
A portal to the lush land.
Where city dwellers flock and infuse themselves
In the artistry of God’s hands.
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A seemingly minuscule speck on the map,
But radiates like a new star born.
A land of riches, a land of opportunities,
A land, our nation prides on.