With sculptors and portraits surrounding this place,
I look around in amazement,
And unreal sparks fly out in wonder.
Time is an endless tool,
But still it is flickering in my eyes.
Every hour is like a day
But still I’m waiting for my endless surprise,
To know that generations have passed,
And this is not the last.
But still we are here,
In the same place we called Londinium.
By Latifa Abukar
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