English Capital

Smoky & dusty

Filled with occasional sun

Grey buildings team in the sky

I belong to you

Yet must be parted

Till I find my path in life

Which takes me from you

My old grey home

Travels may take me far

To green forests

Azure seas

But you will always be in my heart

My beloved London

Your strange sense of class

With bustling pushy individuals

And lost tourists

Raining trains and looping tubes

Historic streets are crowded and winding

Cobbled to trip the unaware stiletto’ed girl

Bohemiam Retro- Be unique

Over priced

Drawing super stars

Time changes you beyond recognition

Scared by air raids and Roman invasions

The new, ancient and unwanted

Recessions and housing crisises

Beauty in every road

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I can come in many labels, many boxes, a divorcee, survivor, traveler, writer, optimist. But these labels only limit me to who I am at this point in time. But as you will read on my blog, I am my journey. I hope you will enjoy walking this path with me.

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