I wrote this poem in response to the bombing in London two years ago. London is my beloved. I love everything about London. :)

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The Smoke

Ah, my beloved,
They don't call you
The Smoke for nothing.
You seem to be
Going through tough times,
What with one smoking incident
Leading to another.
But know this my love,
As long as I draw breath,
You will always have a
Cloud of smoke
Hovering over you,
For the smoke
Is Divine Love's embrace.
Believe that Love
Is all around you,
And there is nothing to fear.

(c) Enocia Joseph