Went for a great walk besides the Thames..
River Thames
Silent silver thread,
From Cotswold green you run,
Through ancient stone and whispered dream,
Beneath the golden sun.
You cradle towers tall and proud,
Carry echoes of the past—
Kings and barges, fog and tide,
In your gentle waters cast.
Timeless guardian of the city,
Where history softly flows,
In your quiet grace we see
The beauty only London knows.
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