“The land of Joy”.

Biju Abraham. Atlanta

Mountains stands higher can’t dim my visions beyond the horizon
Where I see a valley of plentiful;
Covered with green pastures and bubbling brooks beckons my heart towards the joy comes in the morning
Echoes of bliss resounds the valley;
comes along with the gentle breeze of hope from far beyond.
Weeping comes in the night will fully be vanished by the golden rays of the ‘ ‘Glorious Sun’ rising far above the mountains; forces my feeble feet to run towards the ‘end’ to capture the eternal beauty of ‘happiness ‘ over the mountains awaits for me.
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