35 Stories Above



From here the city looks different

I look straight out onto rooftops

Gaps between the buildings

I know all to well the noise below

The clouds move slowly here

Its stranger to see no horizon

A wall of buildings all around

There are no birds up here

No trees exist here

They were replaced by buildings

Glass, metal and stone

In different forms

For as far as you can see

The only similarity with the ground floor

Both cold lonely place

The sadness of this dense city

At times you are all alone

In a building of glass, metal and stone

Day #284 SJD © 2019 Segundo Juan Devora. All Rights Reserved.

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