Hi, this is my first time to post a piece of work. Emm, it has been a response to freya's thread, London, however, I want to give it a clear and clean room.so i post it here.
rockes, or roses, or tomatoes, come what may. anyway, I am kinda clumsy in expressing myself. ok, stop rambling. here it goes:
London
A name, you are, which is imprinted on my brain,
With blood, chemically,
Integrated into the end of cell,
With Big Ben, and Lodon Tower.
I dream of you, as an admirer,
Following you, like a disciple;
Yet you never knew how much I was in love with you
Nor did you ever see my humble love
Lingering upon the lowered head.
Flying to you, like a cloud,
With a fearful wonder,
I reached out my fingers that longing for a touch of your face.
rockes, or roses, or tomatoes, come what may. anyway, I am kinda clumsy in expressing myself. ok, stop rambling. here it goes:
London
A name, you are, which is imprinted on my brain,
With blood, chemically,
Integrated into the end of cell,
With Big Ben, and Lodon Tower.
I dream of you, as an admirer,
Following you, like a disciple;
Yet you never knew how much I was in love with you
Nor did you ever see my humble love
Lingering upon the lowered head.
Flying to you, like a cloud,
With a fearful wonder,
I reached out my fingers that longing for a touch of your face.