Whispers of London
By Giselle H
The silent whispers from the snowflakes as they drift to the floor,
flitting like pixies playing in the clear, mirror sky,
imprisoned inside the trivial snow-globe like a bee trapped inside a honeyed cup,
London, a beautiful place, confined within the dome,
displaying the outstanding sights, inviting me to visit,
making me think of wonderful things this metropolis possesses,
city lights like a million swarming fireflies,
London Bridge links the river banks
opening like a blossoming flower,
red double decker bus journeys the city streets,
my snow-globe whispers the beauty of London.