Mount of love

A trip to a hill far away,
Where clouds kiss my cheek with a great chill,
Where bird's highest flight is close,
The rising and the resting place of the sun,
Where the stars encompass you at the closest.

A place where smile comes in the purest form,
And joy never ceases to abide,
A place where love flows on every side.
A place not affected nor infected by time,
For every moment is filled with happiness.

Go my friend, to the hill far away,
The hill where pure love abide
Where you will meet tranquillity face to face,
Where all your worries will subside,
Upon the mount of love, we will build our hope.
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