The Old Smoke



My favourite city

The fog hides the depths of her tortured heart

Has she lived too long, through wars and plagues

Does she tire of strangers treading on her precious stones

Does she feel anger towards men changing her appearance.


Horseless carriages now replace the horsedrawn ones

Deep inside her a snake winds with light speed

Her once calm waters are disturbed by modern sea vessels

The skies above her deafened by the noise of steel birds.


Still,beneath the fog she beckons

         With a thousand andmore years of history

                For strangers to explore her.

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