Jianghan Lu
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Tongxin Sycamore, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2021
A busy street in a bustling city, never entirely hushed.
Birds every colour of the rainbow adorn the trees,
with coral cordage leaves in the shape of noble hearts.
A small yellow jewel, the sun, peeks past placid white clouds,
Memories spread across my mind like a pandemic.
Maybe thrill made me delusional,
Thinking the sky would never lose its yellow jewel.
Maybe bliss made me ignorant,
To how the noble hearts could be shattered into pieces.
Maybe pride blinded me,
From how the birds have been robbed of their fluorescent colours.
The street, my childhood home, the whole of Wuhan… empty now,
Some people I’ll only ever see again in my dreams.
I’ve loved and despised, accepted and denied, laughed and cried,
But will never let go of hope for Wuhan healing.
And when it does, I’ll be there, back in Jianghan Lu.