Moomoo and I

a hong konger who writes her mind even she cannot find the most accurate word to articulate her thoughts.

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They walked along the trail
in their own rhythm
even the flies landed on their faces
I appreciate the moomoo
To ignore the human
To do what they want
To embrace the nature
I wanna befriend with the moomoo
I cannot find my rhythm
The flies hover
my realm

She sat on the bench
in her own realm
even the gloom shaded her face
I question my moomoo
For the smile she gives
For the restraint she has
For the apathy I have
I didn't glance back with my moomoo
I have intruded her realm
Melancholy composes
my rhythm