I squintingly gaze at the city landmarks through a misty haze
As the rain sweeps in, I reminisce on my previous stays
Nostalgia is well and truly in the air
Sipping my warm and luscious French roast I sit and stare!

Life seems so simple here, as though painted black and white
Time seems to slow down, rather than counting down with all it’s might
The birds flock and flutter intertwined with human affairs
People seem to sway and mingle as though absent from any cares.

I love the ambience bestowed by the rain on these old rugged streets
The nook and cranny cafés play hosts when old friends meet
I am describing a common scene enacted daily in a great city
I can easily be describing, New York, London, Paris or even Sydney.
The End!

Written By: XquistLife
Date: 03/11/13

I wrote this poem from the point of view of a tourist just observing the daily life occurrences in a foreign place. I often sit and let my imagination run wild as though I had just travelled to another part of this beautiful world.

– XquistLife