ON A MOUNTAIN
Here is no noise
of auto on this place
There is no draught
seen the caves,
The proud trees
Are tickled jollily,
On the mount covered
with silent beds.
These mounts are
lazy idle camels
The clouds offer water
to a caravan's head
There fly the widow
seasons due to this
For thousand years
The caravan has rested.
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