Walking through the endless alley,
People passing by like in a fairy,
I don’t really remember even faces,
My brain was preoccupied with the paces.
This bridge is the only thing I am recalling,
You were staying there, so iconic.
Your face was the brightest in the dimming lights,
I was frozen among the sights.
Your melancholic way of speaking,
Your outstanding way of seeking
The truth, a love in peoples’ hearts.
Your joking is the compelling arts.
The rainfall was so strong that night
You were soaked, so was I.
We couldn’t care less,
We were guarded by the God, and His bless.
(04.06.2023. London)
One night in London
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