London is a poem

London is a poem,

Its every corner, a pleasure to savour.

International, local,

Modern, traditional.

Nothing else matters,

I could die now.

Hopefully I will live to dive

And swim the deepest I can,

Freezing to death

Although happy like a flame,

Nothing else matters,

I could die now.

 This is totally how I feel about being here. =)

Poor or rich,

Healthy or sick,

Now or then,

It does not matter anyway

London is poem

I will never be able to write.