Where life is lived in half. 

A chain of mountains,

Peaks of snow;

Dividing two lands,

Two kingdoms,

Each living in isolation.

One kingdom facing the East,

The other facing the West.

Its people did not dare to

Cross the borders to

Reach to the other side 

Of the rocky eminence;

It was forbidden.

The law that was never broken.

She would witness the sunrise,

The soft pastel colors of the sky,

The singing of the morning birds,

The tight chill of dawn. 

The adrenaline fully charged

For the ebullience of the day.

But since the mountains

Were magnificently high, 

After noon the sun would no longer

Be seen by her hazel-colored eyes. 

She had always thought that 

Sunset was defined just before noon. 

But He,

He knew of sunset.

He knew of its fiery skies 

And its violet flames.

He knew of its fireflies and

Its chirping crickets of the night.

He knew of the calmness of 

The dark as it laid its bed 

Over the daylight. 

But true sunrise, 

That he did not know,

Only the one that comes 

Right after noon. 

Sad, don’t you think?

If only the mountains 

Would digest itself 

Or move elsewhere, 

Perhaps around the two kingdoms

Rather than between them.

If only. 

But Life will not be content 

Unless it forms obstacles 

For one to tumble down and struggle

And see how much 

Something is significant to one’s heart.

Well, She’s halfway to that

Cold frosty summit,

Hoping someone there 

Would be waiting for her

To share the true testimony 

Of the Star of the day. 

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