From the fifth floor.

A healthy breeze
And a lofty view
Of the young city
And the older hills
Of vehicles zooming by
And a sun-sparkly sky.
A dwindling green
And clouds that seem
Touched by a golden brilliance.
Of far-off people
And far-fetched dreams
Fluttering above the streets
Like birds yet to be identified.

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