The High-Rise Hangover
Added 2025-07-22 10:00:06 +0000 UTCIn the quiet of the city's roar,
The balcony frame is bare,
A silhouette against the sky,
Hanging by a thread, almost defying gravity.
A daring dance with urban grace,
Within the embrace of red space,
A moment frozen in time,
As if all of life's burdens were left behind.
The city below is alive and bustling,
Yet up here, a sense of calm is trusting,
A solitary figure, yet not alone,
In the vast expanse of sky and stone.
No. 08168
