I came back to Hong Kong. The last time I was here was early 2014.
When I was here last time I took this picture from Kowloon of a Junk passing by. That’s Hong Kong Island in the background.
Now that I’m back I found that Hong Kong hasn’t changed too much.
In more or less the same location, but from a different angle and earlier in the day look what I saw:
I find myself stunned by the beauty of some of the views of the Hong Kong landscape. It’s a city of contrast though, the pure beauty of the landscapes belies some of the cramped, dirty, smelly streets crammed with people. Be ready for it if you visit.
Magazines lie like dictators cries, beauty brands try to sell fake style. Naturally soft and smooth only when new, but like all forms decays over time. Popped pimples, rubbed rashes, cuts and scratches, laughter lines and frowning signs, these may all come over time. The book cover of our lives. A living journal. A unique story; where true beauty lies. Superficial values and photoshop aside, look closely to see the real me. When the inside is healthy, the outside will shine. Eat natural, drink water, love yourself, and a warm glow will arise. Mirror mirror on the wall, am I not beautiful? as are you all.
This was my poem for writing 201 poetry day 3, the prompt word was skin, the form prose poetry and the device internal rhyme.
The picture is a shot I took of bonjour in hong kong; which is a chain of beauty product stores. I love the colours and the array of people.