Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete

take in. from left to right all one saw was bright blue, no boundaries, no limitations. the clouds seemed like a hindrance but really, just big packs of marshmallows so high up always moving this way, that way, never staying still except for when they had to pee of course *laughter* the rain was an inconvenience at times, an unstoppable army against my dry socks and shoes, but it always cleared the bad things away. it was always sunnier and clearer after it rained.the flowers smiled wider, the snails and slugs withdrew from their hidey-holes into the brave unknown … i miss the good old days … agreed … agreed but grandpa joseph grandpa joseph what do you mean we don’t have trees we have trees why they’re right outside our window if you didn’t have such bad eyesight maybe you could see them! here let me help you polish your glasses lens what do you mean by we don’t have trees when there’s BARK-1, CEDAR-2, YEW-3… there’s even a rare subspecies BAOBAB-8-4-7 right next to school! ha! have you ever climbed those trees? caressed them with tenderness and felt its heart beat? those trees are

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