The nineteenth floor

by Jem Croucher

There’s a word I feel from way up here
One born of peace and more
‘Serenity’s’ more apt I think
up on the nineteenth floor

I’m high above the London streets
its noise remains below
And I am free to sit and gaze
in peace and quiet you know

And though the steel and concrete
cannot replace the green
It still provides a haven
when to the city I have been

©Jemverse

Photo – view west over London from the 19th floor of Euston Tower – Jempics

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