London Again

“October 2002, in London”, she said “that’s when I found it”

I shrugged, not knowing what she was talking about

“I was wearing red and you were trying to stay dry”

We were in London again, we were staying inside

Tate Modern can wait, the exhibit doesn’t close yet

“We can stay in the room and order breakfast”

I looked out the window, St. Paul’s Cathedral was in the distance

I wondered how many souls were saved that day.

Reviews

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I am happy I bumped into this poem. I love the flashbacks and the nature mixed in to create a feeling of rosy memories, even though maybe a bit embellished, still having a spot in your mind.
well done Dan :D

[daninstockholm]

Thank you!! This one is somewhat autobiographical,, and somewhat not,, it's funny how that works,,haha... I'm happy you liked it and thank you for the time and kind review!!

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Yes of course, there is always a drip of a writer's blood in each of his creations, and you are welcome :D

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Moment of beauty carved inside of your words. Tender and lovely almost like morning dream.

[daninstockholm]

Thank you so much Marketa! This little slice of life is an interesting read for me, part autobiographic, part imagination, but very dreamlike. I'm very happy you liked it! I appreciate your review!!

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Great piece