The rising sun,
First light, cool and soft,
Comes over counting of roof-tops
Into first sight, serene,
Above town and over high-rise buildings,
Not surrounding with the scene,
Counting of sea waves,
Yet in the deep of heart of town,
Wave of roof-tops forms waves
Of astonishing scene of concrete work,
That will merge in our daily scene
To see and to help interplay of
Counting our life-span,
Merging with stunning window and the sky,
In the context of housing boxes,
Alongside the nature’s gift to see the sun-rise,
Either from hill-tops or from sea-waves.
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