Meters
Poem
Poetry
Yuling Chen
To strangers, Hong Kong and friends.
The slogan is all right,
Liberation of Hong Kong, revolution of our
Time, he turns his face hiding the flawed expressions,
A teacup is cleaned,
The lady is drinking hot lemon water from the cup,
Warm weather encroaches on him,
His hand on the driving wheel, looking straight to the banners,
Unfurled in the winds,
Air is heavy with
memories,
Emotions are gentle creases on my dress,
It belows,
It expands.

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