Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 135

Folding their dreams
Into a paper plane,
Willing the
Paper planes
To fly
Just like
Phoenixes.
Standing high
On a bridge,
Towering above
China,
Standing on the tips
Of their dainty feet,
Looking from the
Top of the world.
Declaring,
“The Greater Bay Area,
Where the sky’s the limit!”
Paper planes
Big and small,
Take off,
Soaring through
The skies of
The Greater Bay Area,
Like brilliant creatures
Glowing afire.
Circulating endlessly,
The unstoppable
Paper planes
Sculpturing
Something new.
And in the end,
The paper planes
Rest on a new
World.
China sleeps
In its
Land of dreams.
The Year 3001
Islamic Kasim Tuet Memorial College, Yu, Ziya - 16
It’s the year 3001,
and I don't know what our home has become.
Is it too dangerous or is it too risky,
to go out and see the city?
The elders talk about some old creature
with a hard shell kind of feature.
Its name was turtles or tigers, I’m not quite sure.
I’ve never seen them because of their extinction.