Affan Chowdhury


London

Poem Entry:

The sun wakes up and peeks through the sleeping heads of East London,
I hear the birds singing 'London, London, what a place! '
A trip to the capital will make my day,
Oh how I love the old red buses, racing past Big Ben,
As I am in London, my bad thoughts and problems disappear.

I step on the platform of the london eye,

[Report Error]