You were beautiful today. Not that you aren't any other day. But today. You were beautiful.
In the bleak weather, dreary post-war buildings overshadowed opulent Baroque monuments. The black river finished the mournful glum of the city.
It was beautiful despite its sadness.
It was beautiful in its sadness.
The more I visit London, the more captivated I am by its beauty. Its many faces. Its many moods.
Everytime I visit it, there's always something surprising around every corner. Something interesting at every nook and cranny.
Save me. I am love-struck.
In the bleak weather, dreary post-war buildings overshadowed opulent Baroque monuments. The black river finished the mournful glum of the city.
It was beautiful despite its sadness.
It was beautiful in its sadness.
The more I visit London, the more captivated I am by its beauty. Its many faces. Its many moods.
Everytime I visit it, there's always something surprising around every corner. Something interesting at every nook and cranny.
Save me. I am love-struck.
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