Like a Picture
London Eye spinning like a clock
Making me wish it could turn back time
And take me back.
Clean clouds wisely decide on the city of London to rest upon.
Leaning on the edge of a bridge.
Tranquility washing over me
Cleansing my sanity.
Glittering Big Ben
That spears the periwinkle sky.
Bustling noise of busy urban life.
Overhearing British conversations
That act as background music
To the flawless scene.
It looks like a picture.
Graceful wind dancing through my hair.
My eyelids fall to fully enjoy
The feeling of the moment.
Cool English air seeps through my lungs
And puts me at peace.
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