London nights hold a kind of magic—a mix of chaos, charm, and possibility. Here’s a playful ode to the city, where every glance and every breeze tells a story waiting to unfold.

Those London lights

That shine SO bright

To guide me on

Into the night

The buzz in the air,

Wind whipping my hair,

Taxis race by,

Rushing for fares.

The promise of joy,

Deliciously without care,

A freedom so sweet,

To lay myself bare.

A stranger’s glance,

A promise, a chance?

Those electric sparks

And their subtle dance.

Could this night be

The one that sees

My roaming heart

Finally find what it needs

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