'The streets are wet and damp
as I walked alone with a cramp
leaves scatters in the sidewalk
with longing around as I looked
the ideal beauty of each colors
blends with trees and the others
with houses built like in the old
a sight something to behold
with history seen around so plainly
my heart belongs to Anerley SE20'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem