Jutting through the fog
The inner city buildings
Pierce the leaden sky
Standing erect in their
diaphanous gowns.
Qatar at dawn
Before the heat burns
Away
the emphemeral
covering that
Separates the building tops
From the ground.
In my 32nd floor cocoon
I enjoy the majesty
of the new day.
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