Daisy Pereira - Thirteenth Floor

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
thirteenth floor
into the bluest horizon.

Daisy Pereira

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