A different kind of love

Walking, just walking.
The journey is hard for me.
Silent still, moving body.
The streets pass by.
Lan Kwai Fong.
Sai Yeung Choi.
Tsat Tsz Mui……
Each one carries my past.
Amid these
mournful moments.
A wistful feeling,
of so much lost.
So, I walk on…..
to the day’s end.
And in a streak of moonlight.
I see you, waiting for me –
deep into the night.
A love, that listens
to the wind.

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