There's a certain kind of magic-
in the surging of the streets,
pounding tired feet,
children squealing,
prams wheeling,
a tide unquelled by grey sky
a sparkle in the dull hope of a scratchcard owners eye
this is the city exhaling fumes
and inhaling dreams
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
There's a certain kind of magic-
in the surging of the streets,
pounding tired feet,
children squealing,
prams wheeling,
a tide unquelled by grey sky
a sparkle in the dull hope of a scratchcard owners eye
this is the city exhaling fumes
and inhaling dreams
