Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete

but then what did you mean about the beach? what did grandma mary mean about the birds? what did grandpa adam mean about the sky? we have beaches we have birds we have a sky a beach without waves and waves of plastic bottles washing up on shore, again and again, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow? birds without those little plastic contraptions attached to their rear ends, to ensure no faeces dare splatter on a human, perverting nature’s humour? a sky without perpetual grey? they don’t have unclean beaches in fiji you know lord, they don’t have these plastic pieces of junk anywhere! they also don’t have grey skies in fiji so is there nothing nothing at all that you like about this megalopolis? well i suppose… the people what, you mean the broken relationships and strained marriages which come from overworking and huge stress loads? just look at the child’s parents, for goodness’ sake! last time they all spent a day together was christmas two years ago! although that can be true, i meant how it sometimes feels like you’re just going for a stroll in the park and instead you come out of it with a new friend. the ease of forging lifelong relationships and finding those

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