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Rooftop

At the rooftop I sit

I wait and watch

As the whole world unfolds before my very eyes

 

It takes shape, all colors converge

I see the loveliest art form

No man could ever copy

 

At the rooftop where I’m alone

I take all the beauty in

In awe at its glory

A wonderful morning begins

 

At the rooftop I sit

Finding myself

Finding whatever meaning has been lost