The city, always my beloved..., by Rupert Moreton The city, always my beloved, /
In its December silence seemed /
Today as on it I reflected /
The sum of all in vain I’d dreamed.
For all that i...
This wintry city where I wandered..., by Irina Zheleznova This wintry city where I wandered, /
A child, my youthful heart entranced — /
What is it but a fortune squandered, /
A gained and lost inheritan...