London, November, Evening

Flecks of pearl raindrops
set in dusty great clouds

Hang over the Thames and the Tower
like a shroud

The street lamps, damp amber glows,
comforting, deep,

Their baritone radiance,
lulling to sleep:

Holding the sodium orange aloft,
turning slate grey to vanilla, soft.

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