Monday, September 17, 2012
London Comments
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London,
a great house standing by
a long water,
bathed by a golden sun
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8/6/2025 12:05:02 AM # 1.0.0
Yes, the immigrating hearts…though feeling the golden sun, they are drenched in the stuttering rain, coming from the eastern clouds. Such clouds do not promise any good. This is another sensitive perception of what it could mean to be an immigrant..Big Ben is chiming for all in London and “To whom the Bell tolls” has different meanings for each soul…