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December Poetry: Waterloo Bridge

The clouds were all aligned
as if programmed by someone higher up.
Perfectly silhouetted against the clouds,
the London skyline was allowed to shine,
The city's grand disguise.
For a moment you could forget
it's underbelly,
especially when her eyes were
a beautiful shade of
dark blue.
Yet it's deathly cold waters below
were but a constant reminder
not to let your feet warm,
at least not too much.