London to me

You know I love this city as I could love a friend or a man or a mother who gives you life Love it because it is a shining gem Inside myself It knocks every day at ️my heart’s door and I answer Yes, here I am Here you are Nothing changes if nothing changes … More London to me

A poem : He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because … More A poem : He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats