Through the wide glass windows of my twelfth-floor room,
I watch the clouds weave a tapestry of gloom.
The raindrops dance on the balcony rail,
Whispering secrets that no words can veil.
Grand Castle stands tall in the silver mist,
Like an ancient friend the storm winds have kissed.
From the pool to the parks, a silence descends,
As the city's loud roar finally ends.
We sit with our tea, my neighbor and I,
Watching the lightning slice through the sky.
In this vertical village, so high and so free,
I found the peace I was longing to see.
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