12/01/2020

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London in the fog
I'm going to walk over Tower Bridge.
It drizzles and the fog envelops me - safe and sound.
Three pigeons walk in front of me - confidentially - and I do not accelerate my step.
Seagulls sway above me and protect me.
The Thames lies like steam - and I see the silhouettes of ghost ships.
Trees exhale their resin and the jasmine tunes in white - like the fog.
From Big Ben the Westminsterschlag sounds out and the doves take off - towards the bell tower.
Did Big Ben call them?
The bare asphalt reflects the lead-grey sky.
The city is pulled together by the fog - like a village.
The rain is warming me.
I'm home.
It drizzles and the fog envelops me - safe and sound.
Three pigeons walk in front of me - confidentially - and I do not accelerate my step.
Seagulls sway above me and protect me.
The Thames lies like steam - and I see the silhouettes of ghost ships.
Trees exhale their resin and the jasmine tunes in white - like the fog.
From Big Ben the Westminsterschlag sounds out and the doves take off - towards the bell tower.
Did Big Ben call them?
The bare asphalt reflects the lead-grey sky.
The city is pulled together by the fog - like a village.
The rain is warming me.
I'm home.
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