Forever Young Poem by Jenni Henry

Onto that train trip towards the tidiest terrestrial crust where Everest beholds

Bedazzled by the torrential whirlpool of the melting avalanche

Myriads of words displayed upon the curtain shove

Countless clicky sounds of flashy photographs

I see DSLRs and Iphones making an aura

I hear English, Mandarin, Cantonese resonating,

Lustering and lauding in their mother tongue。 。 。

I felt like Ipoding and the first song I heard was

。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 《 Forever Young》 。 。 。 。 。

Enthralled into the moment and palpitating by that music!



By (Aus King)