Rising Behind the Mountains
Woke up very early from the sleep;
Until then the darkness was so deep
Loitering and waiting for the first ray of Sun,
For me ,how it was the fun.
Standing on the roof, I looked around
The place was so tranquil with no sound.
Had an insatire thirst to see with own eyes;
Behind the mountains the sunrise.
Suddenly,,the face of the Sun came out slowly
In the east;surrounding was illuminated gradually.
The marvellous view wasn't less than the beauty of fountains,
So lucky I was, for seeing the rising behind the mountains.
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