London

Fazli Rrezja  

At Heathrow Airport, hopes take flight,
Suitcases, hugs, departures bright.

At Reuters Plaza, raindrops fall,
People rush like waves so tall.

Canary Wharf, steel and glass,
The sky reflects as shadows pass.

Big Ben chimes, the hours ring,
Piccadilly lights up—such a thing!
Borough Market calls you near,
With scents and voices loud and clear.

Trafalgar Square, with lions bold,
Where history’s tales are proudly told.

Victoria Station, rush and cheer,
Trains await, no end is near.

On London Bridge, steps slow down,
While Thames’ waves hold secrets drowned.

In Hyde Park’s green, a breath of ease,
A moment’s rest beneath the trees.

London Bridge stands strong and wide,
With open doors like arms stretched wide.

Beneath the ground, The Tube’s alive,
Its colors swirl, the tunnels thrive.

A scent from Nizhni drifts in air,
On Jubilee Line, it lingers there.
As people travel,
As thoughts unravel,
As books are read,
As minds are fed...

Mind the Gap! Be sure to heed,
The city moves with endless speed.