Not the end
The mountain home of many things.
Now the mountain has fallen .
The biggest storm now is taking place.
Rain from the eyes is taking place.
On that mountain
Things lost home,
beloved, everything.
But I stand ,
Opposite with the fallen mountain.
I can see the beauty was hidden by the mountain.
I was staying in the duckness.
Without seeing the most beautiful in the world next to me.
Now the mountain is no more.
Nothing can stop light from sun.
Raining with lighting and thunderstorms is not the end.
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