I have been a little obsessed with London and i can't help but fall more and more in love, whenever I see pictures, read poems or watch movies that are based there.
I just get it, The London Look.
The Night City. By WS Graham
Unmet at Euston in a dream
Of London under Turner’s steam
Misting the iron gantries, I
Found myself running away
From Scotland into the golden city.
I ran down Gray’s Inn Road and ran
Till I was under a black bridge.
This was me at nineteen
Late at night arriving between
The buildings of the City of London.