A view from the top

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High above the trees we lie,
together we manage
to touch the sky.

The noise and the traffic
stand at the foot below.
The air saver different here,
but the thunder and lightening seems
to increase our fear.

The air winding up the speed,
with a spring in their tide
it rattles my hair
and strokes my body
giving me goosebumps from within.

The pedestrians fail to make their mark,
as I continue to stare down at the park.

The children dancing around,
with a lobe about their body
they wonder here and there.
Swirling up and falling on top of others.

A lady with a torch
abide some distance apart,
with a book in her hand,
appears as if her world has come to a halt.

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