A Night Journey in London

Under the veil of a velvet night, The Thames gleam softly, silver-bright. A foreigner walks, her heart alive, Breathing a city where dreams arrive. The river whispers its timeless tale, Of kings and poets, of ships that sail. Streetlamps cast their amber glow, On cobbled paths where footsteps flow. She lingers by the water’s edge, A quiet soul at the world’s great ledge. Big Ben tolls, the air is deep, A symphony the city keeps. Through Westminster’s shadowed grace, She steps into the bustling embrace. A carnival of voices, a stream of hue, Multicultural, vivid, endlessly new. The lights of Piccadilly, wild and fair, Drape her journey in electric flair. Neon glimmers like painted skies, In every stranger, a story lies. She loses her way but gains her sight, In the labyrinth of London’s night. The laughter, the chatter, a shared delight, A world converged in colours-bright. The beauty of people, so richly spun, Is London’s magic, her web undone? The girl, a visitor, finds her place, In this patchwork city, in its embrace. And as the night begins to fade, She feels the mark the journey’s made. For in the heart of this endless roam, A foreigner finds a fleeting home.