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About This Poem
London
I wonder through the maze of time
Gazing upon every century,
Leading me astray along the
fascinating array of cobbled roads
beer soaked corners, and freshly
watered bouquet's,
It's unique charm unified by the
usual hustle of most western cities,
Though standing firm in multitudes
of admirational plenty, an opera of
reality singing loud in silent
nostalgia,
Conventional though complex, a
rock drowning weight of human
creativity, sitting in invincible unity,
Among the swarms of dust beaten
around by endless activity, a oiled
engine forever purring, forever
working, with inexhaustible duty,
A machine never ceasing, never
sleeping,
Awaiting the next flow of eyes, every
minute landing onto her from the
skies,
A elixir of life ever changing under
the burden of existence, saying
'hello' to the morning sun the
routine of innocence among the
charcoal lung,
Divided completely though together
as one.
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