Monday Morning

Grey dawn lifts the roofs,
streets wake slow beneath the mist—
buses hum to life,
footsteps gather in the chill,
Monday breathes its first long sigh.

之間

兩人之間，
無碰觸都太滿，
靜得發光。

Between two bodies,
even without touching—full,
silence shining.

冬天瞓着咗
霜氣慢慢散開
靜到聽見光

Winter falls asleep
Frost loosens its quiet grip—
Light breathes, almost heard.

池塘無聲，
蓮花企喺水面，
光慢慢開。

Pond holds its breath—
a lotus stands on water,
light opening slow.

冬退一步
光喺枝頭停低
氣息鬆開

Winter steps back—
light pauses on bare branches,
breath loosens its hold.

Grey clouds veil the sky,
Raindrops trace the window’s breath,
Day begins in hush.

Grey drapes every pane,
chimneys sigh into the mist—
tea warms quiet hands,
steps echo through waking streets,
London stirs in softened light.

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