I had a special trip. I went to special place and saw special people and special animals. Now I am back in the city.
The light in that special place is unlike the light in other places.
If only all trips could be like this trip.
As we get older, day by day
Orange light will chase the cats away,
Whose whiskers reach for distant walls;
All dark without scent of stars,
Blocked by rooftops.
Haha. Instant poetry may lack a certain avid poet's touch, but it is so fun to make! So I will be a poet even if you protest.
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