A London Laugh

A London laugh, a sunlit street, Where old and new architecturally meet. She strides along, a pink-clad gleam, A modern girl, living a vivid dream. Sunglasses hide, yet joy shines through, A cityscape of grey and blue. Towering heights, a clock's soft chime, She moves through space, suspended in time. Cobblestone path beneath her feet, A rhythm echoes, bittersweet. The laughter rings, a vibrant sound, In London's heart, her spirit is found. Brick and glass, a juxtapose, Her happiness grows, as the story shows. Each passing moment, a memory made, In this grand theatre, a role she's played. The city's pulse, a constant hum, She's one with London, never glum. A simple joy, a carefree heart, A masterpiece, a work of art. With open mouth and head up high, She walks the street beneath the sky. This London moment, pure and bright, A fleeting glimpse of pure delight.