The London fog creeps in around my feet like a cat curling around ankles, the cobble stones beneath me, even in this life, they are older than time, Buildings rise like ancient sentinels, guarding the feelings of the city they love Yet still pulling me in to their doorways, to warm fires and tiny shops, cups of tea in mismatched crockery and everything paid for in pounds. Take my hands out of jacket pockets, and out of gloves, and though I ran about, trying to see everything, I could never see enough, and the city is alive, and surrounds me.
Reason for writing:
not such a good poem, but it was my first impression of london. God I love that place.
Birth sign: Aries
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