A tall building in my city, Manchester.


Towers of beauty.

The Tower, the Tower,The Tower.
Springing out of all the concrete towers.
Towers of steel and glass, enduring life itself.
Humble and majestic, striking a regal pause.
Stretching into the clounds like a mountain of steel and glass.
The concept being taller than all dwellings in europe, how i love thee.
Lucky are those that rest in thy rooms after a hard day, bless thee.



Poetry by martin pande
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Written on 2007-06-20 at 17:05

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sangbad
ITS A VERY BEAUTIFUL POEM ON HIGHRISE.
2007-06-20