Thirteenth Floor - Poem by Daisy Pereira
Looking from the thirteenth floor
the gardener flutters like an orange bee
the tractor moves like a giant toy
trees move like dark horses
with manes spread out in the wind
a sparrow flies across the last horizon
I can see the blue blue sky only.
Like an invalid confined to his bed
I watch on and on
All I can see the wind
wind again wind again wind only
then long lasting silence.
Look behind and beyond
before you leap from the
into the bluest horizon.
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