Dear London

Dear London,

To write about your welcoming,
And non subtle nature,
That i felt for the 3 years,
Isn't easy,
Too much to write in so little time,
Though i must mention a few beautiful things.

i would often travel by,
Train, bus or taxi,
To find the subtle, hidden gems,
Of the towering Victorian buildings many generations have lived.

The secrets you cache within each corner,
Open visitors eyes to your chaotic history,
Unknowing foreigners wouldn't know the plagues or disasters that happened on the very path i,
and they have walked.

Each breath i take has been inhaled by past generations,
Past generations that wouldn't know how you'd develop into the sumptuous urban you are now.

Falling asleep to your busy streets,
Calming,
Oddly like a group of worker bees,
Buzzing around the gardens,
Pollenating.

Dear London,
You were my home,
Now my second,
Held close to my heart.

Dear London,
The people i met and traveled with,
The bonds i created,
Long lasting.

The urge to come back is with me forever,
The appetite to walk those streets i'd walked,
Everlasting.

5000 kilometres away from my second home,
5000 kilometres away from the ease of travelling outside your borders,
5000 kilometres from your exorbitant history, stories and memories.

Dear London,
You are my second home.